I looked at her and said, “yes I do, I am Riaz Ahammed, may I know yourname?” I finished by asking a question. She looked at me and said,”When all you have are questions about this world, what sense it makesknowing about the world after?”
I told her “Nights are always more blessed than days, this world is a day that blinds as from the eternal one”
Suddenly I realized what this is all about. So I asked, “Are you clairvoyant?” She said, “Yes”.
“If it is money you need, I don’t have much cash” I said to her, shesmiled and told me, “Dear man, I know you care shit about money and ifyou have you will give it to anyone in need, but I am not talking to youfor money” she held my hands, looked at my palms and then my eyes andcontinued, ” There is a dark force behind you, no, it is covering you,no easy for a woman like me to deal with, it is powerful, verypowerful, it is from a woman, far far away, far beyond mountains andwaters”
She let my hand down, turned and walked away. By this time Mike cameback and told, “you need a hooker, get a better one, that one is old” Ilaughed while taking a cigarette I gave one to Mike too and we bothsmoked while walking to the bus stop where Mike should take the bus toMarine county where he lived. After he left, I walked back to theplace where I met the lady but my search was futile. I walked throughSan Francisco downtown for more than a year, everyday evening, be itcold, rainy, foggy, windy or sunny, never found that woman again. The day Ileft San Francisco was bizzare, but after I boarded the plane I said inmy mind, “Oh’ man what are you going into” then I smiled and said”prepare to face the dark force, maybe you will find a lucky charm that can help you.”
There was no internet when I woke up earlier today so I just sat andlistened to music. I remembered what I wrote above at that time I said, yes, there is a dark force around me, I cannot defeat it, I cannotpersuade it, I cannot love it. Only someone else can break that darkforce around me. Who? How? I don’t know, maybe it may never happen.Then I came here after I got my internet connection back. Saw a post,then I watched a lot of T.V, browsed many websites, good, bad and naaaI am not a dirty man to go to soft porn sites.hehehe…. I used to, nowI am too old for that too. hehehe. That post kinda haunted me the restof the day then I wrote what I wrote above, then I wrote what is below.
Have a great day everyone.
The phantoms of a long lost memories erased,
By the pathos of reality that still lingers,
And shows mocking faces at weeping souls.
How much loved can’t be described,
Words strung together like in a rosary,
But none of the verses in spirit filled,
O forgot I that rosaries don’t meditate,
The one who turns does, but forgot,
To meditate in the love meant to the one.
How many verses said, I don’t remember,
How many ways pursued, don’t matter now,
All ended only at one point in the universe,
You heart in constant beating erased,
Rest of the ways and any other language,
Other than the language of love,
Language, only by your soul understood.
The phantoms day by day lose their faces,
And my own face away I turn,
In directions not known,
But the magic in my heart you left,
Rises like the new day’s Sun,
Gaining glory in depths of life,
Meaningfully defined only by your presence.
my friend, we are always looking for that elusive something that captures our soul, whatever that may be; but as you so eloquently portray with your words, it is the faceless phantom, that invisible force that keeps us yearning for that which we can never attain…or can we?
poetrybox, your pen allows your poignant, provocative words to flow with ease, richly deserving of your artistic talent…bravo and thank you for being my friend.
until next time,
sage
This entire story oddly interests me. A lot, in fact. I really enjoy the poem afterwards as well.
This was truly fascinating, The second stanza was my favorite I went back and read it again… This was very nice goodmoring read as well… RYC I am of the entirely same opinion as you about poetry only lately have I been really tryin to get a little bit of structure its probly just a poetic fase as I am quite a free spirit… Have a wonderful day…
‘mocking faces at weeping souls’ I love that line!
I love this more than any entry up to this point. I hope you always keep the fire that allows you to write this way.
i’d love to ask a girl if she is clairvoyant. i might do so one of these days just to see what the reaction would be like.
sorry haven’t been around lately, life is catching up. hope you are doing well though!