The Loving Gardener

Hello my friends, how are you all doing? I hope everyone is doing fantastic in this spring. My whereabouts cannot be disclosed anymore. So just to let you know that I am doing good. My sincere apologies for not getting to many of you as I was terribly busy. Hope you all will forgive me for that. My second book is done and I hope by summer or early fall it will be in stores. Aha, you all read the word hope many times so far. Well that kinda tells it, a lot of things are still in hopes. Anyway, I am doing a good job with the whole blogtv thing. That keeps me away from most of my other activities. Well here is a poem I wrote and it took sometime for me to add it here as it should be made part of RIAZAHAMMED.COM for copyright reasons. This is a poem written out of no where, I will give a detailed explanation how I got into it in a video later. What started it all and how I expanded it. Before I end this post let me tell ya.. feelings are hard to abandon when it is the truth and the pain, unbelievably hard to swallow. If anyone can, it is better not to love at all in life.

The Loving Gardener.

The shining sun smiled upon all creations of God,
Silence way upon the hill took her sleep,
As morning through the valley spread, unopposed.
 
When weeds with their flowers in pride stood,
And later with the naughty wind danced,
And gave a handful of pollen to spread far,
Oh life once again screamed, in every corner of nature.
 
Gardens of all kinds people built,
As old and new houses alike brightened,
In the middle of them in new colors of all kinds,
Giving thought, how wonderful hearts of those owners are.
 
Steps always slowed around the Garden Street,
As to see at least one owner mind always wished,
Never ever anyone seen in those gardens with flowers filled,
Still the smiles of flowers made mind to dance with them.
 
On that day as usual eyes made legs so slow,
And then I saw her pruning a rose plant in the evening light,
Every flower in shyness waited to be touched by her,
As far more beauty on her face one can see.
 
Can’t stop as the world and her may only think all wrong,
Still heart stopped for a moment or two,
Then to me with a smile she looked,
As if reading every thought in this poetic mind.
 
Every beautiful feeling every sense in mind ever came,
Merged all and gave the ink to write these lines in mind,
And looking into her eyes in my mind I said,
“In your eyes a hundred lines of verses sleep,
Lucky I will be if I at least one line of verse I can wake
With the blessing from those smiles I can steal,
And let the world knowing that soul will always live in love”.

Then I knew she indeed read my mind,
As in giggles she ran back to her home holding,
A bunch of lucky flowers that felt her touch,
Giving one more glance and that pretty smile,
When closing the material door,
Leaving spiritual ones open.

Hopes In A Bright Spring Day

Hello Everyone…. I am a bit quite these days.. but don’t worry.. I am very active doing shows on BlogTV. Here I am posting my new poems. You all know I will never forget you all. I will be coming to all your pages to know what is going on with you all. Hope everyone one welcoming this wonderful spring. Yeah it is time to move into a spring. Lets all forget the dark old winter days and get into a wonderful time ahead. Now the video is my recital of the new poem on blogtv. I kinda stumbled upon my own words. Hope you all enjoy this. Have a great weekend everyone.

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Hopes In A Bright Spring Day.

Spring time weaved by nature in perfection,
And warmth came from all sides and consumed,
Every bit of life and unfreezing,
Even the depths of minds frozen by dark winter.

And shown in all wonders of nature all around,
The cool drizzle, the giggle of Mother Nature,
The sprouting trees, the smile of Mother Nature,
The nesting birds, the children of Mother Nature.

In the nesting time of the birds looking for mates,
Males and females flying around singing,
Their squeaking, dancing and the flight, so wonderful to see,
The beauty unfolded and through my viewing glass, enjoyed.

One bird waiting to find a mate, I watched,
Hours the bird all around flew,
A wonderful nest with comforts of all kinds built,
And after every flight with food of all kinds returned.
 
Then jumped from branch to branch
The waiting and the singing then flying around,
Though no honey found so early in spring,
The love from mind O sweeter than sweetest waited.
 
Then from far came the wonderful bird,
With all colors and sweetest songs,
The squeaking and kissing the elusiveness of mate,
The chasing through the air in high speed flight,
Oh’ songs and love of birds filled the air,
And filled the mind of a poet too.
 
Oh what wonderful ways nature builds nest for us,
And what beautiful ways we find life all around,
Looking at these birds and the hopes of a wonderful spring,
With beauty, love and happiness filled,
Reflecting from within a moment of joy,
Though alone, still with happiness of what seen,
At the end of the day with my viewing glass I walked,
Once more into lonely but bright road,
Where hopes like wild weeds sprouted,
With colors of all kinds dipped in love.

Deep Rooted Love

Here my latest poem in Audio Video and Text with blog comments.

Deep Rooted Love.

Vowed to be soul mates forever,

Wonderful everything felt from soul,         

What wonderful life they both dreamed,

When walking out of the white brick church.

 

She was mine, she was mine, onlooker screamed,

Groom readily agreed and said,

“She was yours now she is mine” and at her he smiled,

Another man said not from far, ‘She used me”,

Groom with his head raised said,

“To climb every height one need a stepping stone”,

And looked deep into the eyes of the man who said,

“She is the mother of my child” an old man said,

“Experience add to her quality” without hesitation groom said,

Held her hands and to the gates he walked,

“Why take the hand of such a bitch” a middle aged woman asked,

To her with the bride in pride he walked and said,

“All the men with whom she slept,

All the men who betrayed her in the name of love,

Everyone with passion and compassion she took,

And everyone left her after lust left their mind,

I too went to many with same kinda lust,

And saw no sparkle in their eyes,

And felt no butterflies in my belly,

They all left me after their lust left their mind,

Then to her I went to kill one night’s lust,

And found her kneeling to god and pray,

To bring a man of kindness in that night,

And then to my own conscience I asked,

If that man be me Oh’ how wonderful God may feel,

And to her on one knee I asked to fulfill her heartfelt prayer,

And she in tears kissed me when she said yes”.

 

None spoke, some walked in opposite ways,

Some wiped away the new born tears,

And a wind slowly opened the gates,

And they both hand in hand out to the world in haste walked.


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