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Tuesday, 23 February 2016

                                                                 A Big Mistake Of My Life

Saying i love you , is now a waste .
She said you are not my taste .

It's my mistake i fear .
I can see you only this year .

There are many memories in my head .
They visit me when i on bed .

They visit me for hour .
That one hour is full of power .

Your eyes , face and voice .
Makes me think , you are my right choice .

Your body language and sway .
Can make any terrorist to obey .

Stop talking to you , is a brake .
I know , this is my mistake .

At end , I must   say sorry .
In real , It  is my story .

                                                   By-Himanshu Tobaria

Friday, 19 February 2016

                                                                   Real Humanity

In every field India flies .
But in humanity , it just dies .

Everyday many lives are gone .
You will not help him/her because they are not your known .

They are not one , two or three , they are  many .
If you can help them , please help any .

A man was going on his bike with joy .
He was not known that his joy is going to destroy .

He faced an accident and he was in air .
His body was divided in two parts but nobody just care .

When ambulence arrived .
Somewhere he was alive .

He said to the doctor please donate my eyes .
 After saying this he just died .

I salute that type of men .
For him there is only one word Amen .

                                                                                                  By-Himanshu Tobaria 
 

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Love Me Like You Do

                                                                Love Me Like You Do


You don't love me , what do you mean ?
What is happening , what is the scene .

Our relationship is going to end , i fear .
What is my mistake , tell me my dear .

There is someone else in my mind .
Lovable boyfriend like me , can you ever find .

He is good than you in every way .
Don't leave me my love ,  i pray .

He has money , he has fame .
Oh really , so tell me his name .

In reality there is no person I've ever found .
So why were you giving me a deep wound .

You give more time to your poems and rhyme .
I love you more , but writing poems is not a crime .

I love you too , you please don't go far .(from me) 
You are my love and you are my star .


  
  
                                                                                                     by : himanshu tobaria 

Saturday, 12 December 2015

                                                        RUSTED KEY CHAIN

We met, I m glad.
Your smile makes me mad.

Attraction is common in this age.
I love the most, life's this stage.

Because in this stage I met you.
My ears are waiting for your " I love you 2".

I feel odd whenever you don't appear.
Then when I see you its like "Oh my dear".

I cannot give you a ring with a diamond hole.
But I can give you one thing that is my priceless soul.

So come near my dear. 
You are my baby doll and I m your teddy bear.

Someday you will read this poem when it will be dusted.
I m till now having that key chain, which now have rusted.


                                                                                               By:- Himanshu Tobaria.

Friday, 4 December 2015

                                                            Just For Love

She walks in beauty .
I just gaze which is my duty .

Sometimes she is matured and sometimes a child .
Whenever she wore black , boys go wild .

I know her from many years .
Slowly everything appear clear .

I can't propose her because i m not brave .
Whenever she wore black , there is a shockwave .

She don't rest .
She is destroying boys nest .

Her flying kiss .
I can never miss . 

The most beautiful is her face .
I can take her to a secret place .

She plays with my heart .
She is a piece of art .

I want to hug her tight .
In a full moon night .

She ignores me in present .
She will love me when i will be a LEGEND .

                                                                   By-Himanshu Tobaria

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

                                                             A Dream 

Today i saw a dream in which i was dying.
Because i was behind the enemy lines.

It was horrible , everywhere was blood and dead bodies. 
That sight was terrific and bodies were smashed like toffies.

It was like world war 3.
I just want to make me and those people free.

There are places where these things happens everyday.
They even cannot say whatever they want to say.

I can give you example but i will not.
If i will , THEY can make me there next shot.

The latest you all knows we all were saying O shit.
The world knows who all has done it.

                                                      By-Himanshu Tobaria   
                                                                 My Mom

Moms are like a friend.
Her friendship never end.

Sometimes she scolds.
She is the only one who just holds.(us)

She just understands us like our friends only.
But without us she also feels lonely.

Whatever she tells us is always right.
Me and my mom have a bond which is tight.

She just pretend to be strict.
But in reality she just plays some tricks.


                                                                    By-Himanshu Tobaria