Meanings

 

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Meanings.

Ancient objects looked down and smiled,
Before they bid adieu to the night that shown them bright,
Oh’ how wonderfully innocence filled we all slept,
As the light day brought, sprouted out and all around spread.

Beautiful things, pretty people and all events they both made,
Woke up in hurry some still half asleep walked, bathed and ate,
Many went to their work; some helped those who went,
Some slept more, then sat, ate and sat again in research of laziness.

I woke up my day from a dreamless sleep and asked,
“Do I have the fortune of love today?
Or the misfortunes of another day?
Or do I have pleasantness in meaningless hours I spare?”

The air stayed still and my breath disturbed its peace,
Time in a frequency spoke I heard not, the heart understood none,
Oh’ the vibrations from my heart and the charges from my brain,
Filled the air with questions, none understood well to answer.

Actions and thoughts O’ left a man astray and none noticed,
Life moved like a serpent with venom-filled fangs of negativity,
Time O’ time an enemy that left arrows of fire that burned the past,
Meanings searched only left the air unbreathable with “Why” questions.

And leaving all, in the heartbeat imaginations ran after threads,
Threads that vibrated through time and space uninfluenced,
Capturing threads steadily and in purls and knits weaved dreams,
And in each and every purl and knit I left a heartbeat of love.

The roads mind far beyond the speed of light travelled,
Ah’ nothing seen, just a feeling of a meaning,
Meaning that needs no light or darkness to understand,
That meaning unrolled from the purls and knits left a smile.

Smile that lifted a falling dream to the heights of reality,
Where two souls thriving in simplicity to be found,
And they found meanings of each other eye to eye.
Love has found its meaning exalted once more.

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Scents Of An Undying Spring.

 

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 Scents Of An Undying Spring.

Holding on to a dried flower for so long,
Ah’ many spring times around me passed,
And away into time past forever buried.

Leaving no memories of any color in mind,
Dried maybe the flower in my hand,
The scent from every nose may have left,

But died not the flower in my soul,
As color and scents of spring with her spread,
Better than all the springs went by unnoticed.

Remembered I the dance of the dust in winds,
Summer heat and the wraths of the thunderstorms,
Oh’ all competed to gather the memory of my love.

Summer left shades under trees where I sat,
As the thickening air burned the tree tops in fury,
Every fallen leaf wept a drop of tear in sadness left,

Ah’ by the unaccepted love I told to a girl I love.
The hurried winter flurries eluded me to fall and melt,
The frozen frost upon trees sat, giving winds a cooler touch.

The Sun, Moon and Stars witnessed the space and time that left,
Life recycled and brought nothing new to the love of mine,
Freshness of the felt love only sprouted words of that old song.

“Died not the flower in my soul,
As color and scents of spring with her spread,
Better than all the springs went by unnoticed.”

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A Truth In The Beauty Of All Images.

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A Truth In The Beauty Of All Images.

Lost my mind in the twists of a soul,
Time collapsed into the dark of that day,
And through the wind and then through the light,
I searched and searched for a way to you.

You twisted and twisted in your search,
From soul to soul you thought,
And thoughtless became your life in obsession,
To prove me wrong, to defeat my romance.

In every beat of your heart you found a rhythm,
To dance through every emotion that touched,
And your whole life became a theatrical masquerade,
In it you lost the reality, the heart beat you found was mine.

Run, run and run you will in the same ways from oneself,
Ah’ conscience became a relentless hunter,
That hunted your obsessions to almost extinction,
But you relentlessly fought and fought and ran again.

All the colors of material life you painted,
All the screams of material life you shouted,
All the chasing and hiding to bury a silent truth.
A truth in the beauty of all images you know,

That truth is your love for me.

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The Future Dream.

 

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The Future Dream.

One after the other came ashore waves of lake,
Relentless passion even when winter upon them danced,
To touch the shore and roll back in haste,
Without touching braving the cold wind with a smile I watched.

Some wild goose still stood by watching,
Me in the early winter days that came in haste,
And got thrown out of the Northern wood screaming,
The curses some long lost lover left before suicide.

Looked back at the so called “Mid Twenties” days of mine,
Oh’ those days when as a potter I imagined and made,
Fantastic vases many adorned in their lives.
Then as a weaver myself I imagined and weaved,

Baskets were many kept all their valuables and some,
Kept their dreams along not to be lost in the haste of time,
When leaving those days to my own conscience I asked,
“What did I forget?” and he replied “A dream for future days.”.

The world ran, I ran along, life unfolded and I unraveled,
As I am no king who oppressed the kingdom for fame,
I am no pauper who begged for a bowl of trash.
Still the party of life took me and through masses danced.

Some nights I listened looking at far away stars,
Silence remained my conscience all through the wilder rides,
The potter and weaver wrote many verses through my smiles I wrote,
Then one day a natural smile through masqueraded colors I saw.

Ah’ the soul swayed, heart stopped and only footsteps of myself heard,
Through the vastness of my own experience I searched,
To walk away many ways I chose and decided to run and run and run,
Then the long silence conscience broke and said,

“You found your future dream.”.

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A Journey Through The Dark Paths.

 

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A Journey Through The Dark Paths.

Conscience in harmony with the world spoke,
A world where lies looks and sounds like truth,
Where pets and printed pulp value more,
Than the purity of love and its suffering unknown.

Sanity O’ Sanity now-a-days a saintly act,
So drag me not O’ conscience drag me not,
For the world for reasons unknown need,
Me to breathe, me to smile and be your shadow.

As weather through the wilderness of modernity whither,
And hopes hold together in a mansion of meaninglessness,
A mansion where insanity of romance for you forever waits,
As time through dark paths into more darkness retrograded.

Silent I fell, no tears, no screams just the passions wrapped,
And through air passed sensations of a heart long lost its rhythm,
The hasting time and the frozen space left me astray to say,
“I will walk through the dark paths to reach the light of her soul.”

And from that whisper started a new journey to her beautiful soul.

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Audio – Song Of The Dying Nightingale.

 

 

Song Of The Dying Nightingale.

Oh those nights I remember,
Warm dark and starless,
The cunning fox howls after the steal,
Neighbor’s dog howls in frustration,
The rumblings of the city buses and trains,
All settles past the last phase of the night,
And at the first phase of the morn,
The low voice of the nightingales song I heard,
A tune adored by melancholy,
A tune the whole nature listens in stillness,
And as a blessing brings daybreak to the world,
Or may be to soothe the pain of the singer.
Every night I waited to hear,
The variations of the sad and painful tune,
Seven weeks and three days passed,
With every morning of mine in tears,
And on that night I waited,
But the long tiring day threw my mind away,
Into the depths of sleep and the world of subconscious,
Where I saw two lovely birds singing,
Sitting on the different branches of the same tree,
Singing in high and low note reaching counter point,
And to the different tune of each bird dances,
The whole nature with joy and pride,
Filling every corner with scent of love,
Taking sides of each bird in turns,
The clinging of the branches and leaves,
The whistling wind that bumps around,
The steady stream all in union,
Makes the perfect orchestra;
But the law of nature always is,
That nothing goes in perfect harmony,
The male trying hard to get in tune with the female.
The different tunes counter point lost,
In the obsession of her who craved,
The unknown, the unheard, the unbelievable,
And for him love remains untold,
What’s heard was the babblings of the Ravens instead,
After eyes shut, mouth sealed, and wings broken,
Every morning from his soul rose,
The pathos of the tunes she sung,
Never ate, never slept but lived his time in sorrow,
Seven weeks and three days he wept,
And the unforgiving life left him without mercy.
From the virtual death I woke up in tears,
Seeing the lord of the day in all his glory,
The sleep, the dream all seem unreal,
What felt was the pain of a departing soul,
The power of the dream was gone,
When at the end of the long search,
Beneath a big banyan tree I found,
The featherless corpse of the sad singer,
The ever roaring mother nature waited in stillness,
Anger, sorrow and frustration all merged,
To make me understand once more, helplessness,
Closing all my senses I walked away,
From that place with a pleadge,
That I’ll rather live as a broken-hearted,
Than break any lovers heart.
Time and long struggle with life,
Took away the sadness of mine,
And the tune which I adored,
Faded away into the bad memory of mine,
In the very many years gone by,
I won, I lost and I survived,
Newness to nothingness, believable to unbelievable,
But always stood up to life without regrets,
Seven seas I passed from motherland,
From the land of warmth and mystery,
To the land of snow and wonders unheard,
Here again I won, I lost and I survived,
But the ever loving soul seem tired,
When loses outnumbered success,
All the castles I built turned to dust,
All the harmonious to disharmonious,
No thoughts, no dreams, no sleep,
As everything is in the season of decline,
Even the just set sun seems to hide fast,
From the eyesight of an unfortunate,
I feel so much vulnerable these nights,
Walking by the lake through the mist,
In moonless nights burying my last hopes,
I feel the remains of the winter, when the mist embraces,
In between, the warmth kisses my cheeks,
And sometime the western wind,
Brings me the smell of spring,
But there are those moments,
When everything stops even stars not blinking,
No warmth, no cold, no smell around,
The deadly stillness and silence of the nature,
Where I see the darkest part of the dark,
And hear nothing but the beat of my heart,
Then from the depths of my soul rise,
The tune from the soul of the dying nightingale.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was written and released in LonelyPoet.Com in the winter of 1999. Now in the book Age Of Survival – Collection of Poems By LonelyPoet.
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Happiness Of Luck And Love.

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Happiness Of Luck And Love.

Summer’s fury in thick clouds and wind collapsed,
As the Sun took his chariots to south leaving a chill,
Trees shook in winds and leaves whispered prayers,
To hold on tight as autumn and winter woke up north.

Chaos ah’ humanity’s manufactured curse danced,
And people finished with all ways to divide and kill,
Weapons forged, armed to the teeth ah’ they all live,
Politicians failed in methods and policies, brewed new hatred.

Through the dark roads he drove as the cold grew in anger,
Still the daily chores without fail completed and drove home,
At his door he saw a broken legged raccoon scrambling for food,
Ah’ the sight took a beat or two of his heart in the cold and rain.

The world may throw cruel tantrums at his life,
And life in those cruelty fund brutality into his nerves,
Still deep inside stays a Soul from God’s own glow made,
And that soul told not to sleep without feeding the creature in cold.

Never cared for the cold November rain and he took,
The cat food he bought for the creatures in his backyard lived,
Laid the food and to his house with a prayer he left,
Then later in the night to see the creature ate or not he checked.

Saw the creature not high but upon the tree the raccoon sat,
And the kind man looked up at the creature to check his welfare,
But the creature as if saw a repulsive monster turned its face,
Ah’ the soul never swayed but sprouted a smile upon his face.

The smile came as he remembered a lovely girl he loved,
Loved her from his heart and soul in the best of all he knew,
But she erased her smile from her face when he told her what he felt,
And away from him looked the last time he saw her and at her smiled.

He left the creature and the night and falling rain to their chores,
When sat in the warmth of home once more soul made him smile,
For he knows the right he did and what happened in real,
Life indeed happens to people in different but mysterious ways.

Ah’ his soul to his conscience through his smile whispered,
To live in happiness without mysteries of luck and love.

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A Date With Sorrow.

 

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A Date With Sorrow.

 

What name will you call me sorrow?
For in you I lost mine and also I lost,
The definitions of what made me who I am,
And all that was left were fogs of darkness.

What definitions should I give you sorrow?
As shredded verses in the depths of soul echo,
The fantastic fascinations of yours that obsessed,
In giving hope and then leaving tears upon lips.

What reason should I find in your arrival sorrow?
For with you came shadows with no figures,
And self-doubts without origins and mockery of life,
Ah’ through you gone were the smiles from faces.

Life’s cycle started slowly, so did the setting of you sorrow,
Nightmares you left made me laugh, love you took danced,
In mirages not that far. Oh’ no storm will last forever,
And no curse upon you my soul ever will leave.

All the love you took from me Oh’ they left ne sorrow,
The very definition of me I thought in them I lost,
Ah’ none of them meant to me anything of worth,
For all definitions of my own self, defined in the love of her to me.

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The Waiting Bride.

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The Waiting Bride

The childhood days danced through the dreams she weaved,
And in it a wonderful prince called her his princess of dreams,
Through the wonderful lands they wandered and played,
Joy and pride hid away worries of the world in charms of innocence.

Life rolled different carpets for those silky feet to walk,
And to her came faces of smiles, charms, beauty and adventurous.
Ah’ love defined in many different ways through the seasons passed,
Through it all fulfilled dreams one by one in with touches of romance.

Cycles of life Oh’ at times brought pain and she fell,
But somewhere from her soul she picked words of that little prince,
And through the fantasies all pains of a wilder world erased,
Ah’ perfection took a touch from her soul to fill the human world.

Years passed, charms have left, life with her wandered,
Nothing wrong, but no heart found the love to make her love,
And she held no hands without care but again and again lost,
Oh’ love’s spirituality in many ways by many misunderstood.

Then she settled for a man whom she thought she may love,
But the material world rumbled at her through him a flavor of love,
Ah’ she knew not about what she should do or say but said “Yes”.
The world around celebrated in colors filled joy she knew not.

On that day, the wonderful day in the hall of a church she waited,
The wrapped silk and the held flowers were no match in prettiness,
And for the world and her man to be ready at the altar she stood,
Oh’ then she heard a voice from near that said “Princess of my dreams.”.

Looked around and walked around and in a distance she found,
The man only in dreamy voices she heard but in real he stood,
And to his smile and another romantic verse she dedicated,
Her love deep in her soul all her life in waiting she kept.

And they walked away in the awe of all the fake love of the world,
And she never looked back at the colors and whistles of the world,
Where the pain of waiting she erased with a dream
And now held her hand in the fulfillment of a life time of waiting.

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The Dark Light.

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The Dark Light.

Together stood facing life like a storm came,
Ah’ the passion filled our eyes and compassion in soul filled,
And lost in it all were the love for each other once we felt.

The rain grew in the silence of heart beat,
Oh’ I hear not my own heart beat for your life I dedicated,
The dreams we weaved overwhelmingly clutched my heart.

Felt a thousand questions in my mind,
Ah’ they were all repetition of the same questions wrote,
As a one liner for you to read and as an answer laugh.

The unwritten song of love Oh’ nature whispered,
And I lost the rhythm of the song I wrote for you…
Oh’ as I hear not the beat of your heart from where sprouted,

Love for me and my love found new fuel..
Light spread deeper and deeper to every corner,
Even to the depths of souls for our love prayed.

None saw nothing anymore as my mind whispered the curse,
“None more I will love as in the love lost I will live and perish”.
The prayers and love only spread the lost flames with darkness bound.

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