कलाई

नाजुक, अती सुंदर थी वो गोरी गोरी, फुलसी  कलाई;

गोरी गोरी और  मुलायम थी , मानो  दूध-मलाई ।

थी उसपर  सुंदर, कलात्मक मेहंदी, जो  पिया को थी भाइ,

रंग बिरंगी चूडियां थी,  उस नाजुक कलाई पर चढाई।

और वोह सोने के कंगन, अती सुंदर की थी उनपर नंगो से जदाई

सोने की पहनी थी अंगूठी उसने, हीरों से मढाई ।

कितना सुंदर मुख होगा उसका, जिसकी इतनी नाजुक है कलाई ।

काश ज़लक एक मिलती मुझे, पर घूंघट में वो थी समाई ।

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ISN'T HE ONE?

Called He is, by so very many, endlessly different names ;

Worshipped He is with various different n selfish aims.

But, know we this my dear friend, that God is an entity, just one.

Called He may be God, Ahura Mazda, Bhagvan, Allah, Shiv, Father n son.

Legends many, parables, stories umpteen, about Him are told.

Things of worship, charms, malas amulets, rosaries in His name are sold.

The worst, the saddest is, taking His holy name, instead  of uniting,  people fight;

Politicians instigate voters,  that others are wrong n they are right.

Public worshippers often a nuisance for many others create;

Conversions are harmful, yet sadly,  increasing alarmingly is their rate.

Why are we so cruel n autocratic? Why do we have to wrongly, things right prove ?

Can't we worship peacefully and lovingly, In a way that He truly does approve?

Armin  Dutia Motashaw

THE EFFECTS OF LOVE

An ailing patient, with a dose of love n care,  survive can.

That's why,  patient's relatives, from visiting, do not ban.

Even a pet,  who unconditional love gives, helps to heal.

Doctors,  Nurses,  should try to treat a patient,  with a  feel.

Mother Teresa,  helped those helpless ones,  with love;

She selflessly did, the abandoned ones, lovingly serve.

Love,  a hardened heart, a heart like stone, can at times melt.

Sinners big, robbers, thieves,  murderers, loves positive effects have felt.

Easy it will be, if once this idea, our world conceives.

May we our hearts n minds open up and love sincerely give.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

To sign a petition for our SHAHEEDS,  people find excuses lame.

Isn't this, on our part a sin; a crying shame!!!

If they show would lethargy or  indifference,  whom would you blame?

If indifferent or dishonest, would  Sam Bahadur rise to fame?

Wake up, shake up, rise above this pretence, pray our soldiers win this deadly game.

In turn let us do something,  for our  SHAHEEDS n soldiers maime(d).

Today,  10 rupees give we to a beggar blind or lame;

Then, WHY CAN'T WE A PETITION SIGN; PLEEEEEEASE here, ADD YOUR NAME.

Can you help me out by signing this petition?
http://chng.it/k6KHhG8n
[01/07, 21:49] Armin Dutia Motashaw:
Please sign this above petition for our SHAHEEDS/MARTYRS

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A POEM

Even if it, to a  reader, sometimes doesn't make sense;

A poem, a verse, is a feeling  intense;

Doesn't need one an eye or a magnifying lens;

Needs it a reader with a heart,  to catch its true essence.

So  readers must leave their mind aside n feel with their hearts,  A POEM'S ESSENCE.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

ગડમથલ

જીવન ની  ગુંચવણ નથી સંભાળી શક્તિ હું,  ઓ દિનાનાથ;

હિમ્મત આપ, આપ તારો પ્રેમાળ  હાથ,  અને તારો  સાથ.

નાતવાન થઈ ગયું  છે શરીર, મજબુતીથી  પકડજે  મારો નબળો હાથ;

એમ પકડજે, જેમ પકડીયો હતો કૃષ્ણ એ  પાર્થ નો હાથ.

જીવન માં ગડમથલ જવાનું  લેતી નથી નામ, ભિષણ છે એની બાથ;

આવે છે આં જીવન માં સંકટ અણે કેટલી એ ઘાત

ખમવા પડે છે ન જાણે કેટલા ય તોફાન અણે જાત જાત ના આઘાત

આપજે સદા મને , ઓ દિનાનાથ, આં તારો મજબુત પણ  પ્રેમાળ હાથ;

તો  હસતાં હસતાં આપી શકું હું સર્વ સંકટોને, આસાની થી  માત

Armin Dutia Motashaw

MEMORIES

Years of separation, really matter do not;

Picturesque memories in our memories,  one can jot

Memories these beautiful, linger with us, life long

Remain etched in our hearts they do,  like our favourite song;

Sing along which we do, all  the time, all the way.

Loving memories of our beloved ones, with us always stay.

A constant stimulation,  n freshness this does give.

Dearest ones,  within the cockles of my heart, you for ever live.

Armin Dutia Motashaw