Hi All,
I am resting now in preparation for the second leg of my wild ride. Tomorrow morning I am flying back to Texas to vacate my apartment and pick up my car. It will be a drive I hope to enjoy. I started writing a poem a while back called ‘The Drive’ for some reason I never felt it as a completed one. I may figure out a way to finish it in this two day long drive from Texas to Virginia.
I won’t online for couple of days so I thought I will just post a poem from my website LonelyPoet.Com. Recently I asked someone why he did not comment on my poems in LonelyPoet.Com he told me that I didn’t asked him to do so. So I am asking you all now to visit LonelyPoet.Com and comment on my works.
You all have a wonderful weekend and pray for me to have a safe and happy trip.
The majestic sun all rolled up in glory,
Spreading warmth and light in every corner,
How many more dawns and dusks,
To see and sip in the feelings?
And how many more days to push away,
Looking at the sun, stars and the moon?
Like puppets going up and down.
They all stand witness to the uncertainty,
Of life, in all its complexity.
I am just another puppet of my own mistakes,
Handled by fate so far away from reality,
A heart filled with passions,
Fueled by wishes that fill in every nerve,
They are parasites who knows no reality,
But bear fruit evil;
And life disappears before every wish,
But feelings that sprout out of reality,
They linger deep inside with sanctity,
Though put to sleep in the awe,
Of the unpredictable games of fate,
Leaving imaginations to rule the reality of life,
Imaginations have become a cancer for the mind,
And faith in all good ever existed,
Blinding sight in the unbearable silence,
When I sung a song in the rhythm of my own heart,
To drag my consensus out of the fear of silence,
“Oh’ how many more times I wake
The feelings deep in sleep,
And forced to put them back to sleep again,
Singing a rhyme of pathos of the unloved?”
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. Poem was first written during a flight to Amsterdam from Kuwait on my way to United States from India in April 2002, later re-written in Overland Park, Kansas in the fall of 2004.
Hey thanks a lot for the compliment, your poem is really good too. Keep checkin my site, the poems I have on there right now are pretty old, but I’m constantly posting more poems and they’re getting more and more recent, and more recent stuff is my best stuff. Anyways, thanks for stopping by, come back!
Lauren
OMG. Well done you! Im so so pleased for you. How’d you do it. Amazing. x x x
This speaks loudly Poet. Time and the things of what lies within. I do love the way you write.
Have the safest of safe trips, and remember….much love and support on the East Coast!
warmest thoughts,
SA
Your poetry is very impressive! Nice work. You stopped by my xanga weeks ago and I’m just getting a chance to catch up w/ you now. (sorry it’s been so long). I hope your move from Texas to Virginia is a good one and that it gives you many great experiences to carry over into your writings. I love to write poetry…haven’t done it in a very long time but I found it was a great way to release lots of deep inner thoughts and feelings. And what an amazing accomplishment when you see the end results. I think writing is a true gift that should not be ignored.
I hope you get a chance to “chill out” by the bird feeder. I spend as much time as I can, just sitting, and watching nature. So simplistic, yet therapeutic. It seems to help open my mind as well as make me realize how wonderful life really is. Take care and keep in touch! Colleen
Thank you for the comment you left on my xanga. It really made my day. I love reading all of yours too. You have quite a talent. From one poet to another… I wish you happiness, a safe trip, and much inspiration.
-Rhiannon
I hope your trip will go smoothly. You are in my prayers.
That poem…I can’t even describe how it made me feel. Your writing is incredible.
Thanks again for the comments.Your poetry is very wonderful and touches the heart! <3
~Amanda~
Great poem… Be safe and be well on your drive…
Take care of you,
Gabe
Love the peom. Puppets on a string are controled by a master I call fate, I feel like that some times. Thats kinda the feeling I got from your peom. Every one can be a puppet and thats why people can relate to your peom. I wrote a new peom Hope you like it. Come check it out if you want. Thanks for your time!
great stuff as always. Thank you for your comments.
Well, I am inclined to agree with everyone else: how I like your poem and that it _is_ thought provoking. However, I have some constructive criticisms also. But, I’m not posting it here in case you really don’t wish to hear it ^_^;
Hi, you are truley amazing. You are doing so so so well. Good for you. Hope u have a nice day today. x x x
There probably is I just wrote that because it’s how I feel about my relationship…lol…Keep up ur great poetry work man!
~Amanda~
As indicated in my email to you, I had quite a few things to say, and didn’t want to take up space here.
But, if you want more constructive criticisms, sure I’ll make the time to go to your site and post comments there.
Aww,but atleast your prepared for that!
Another beauty…I hope all is going well with the move.