Author: riazahammed

Anger and bad temper is part of all life,
But no temper or composure one should lose,
Based on evil intimidation.
Lust in life is no different than a sweetness taste,
Take it in moderation so all senses will enhance,
Love from lust will be a blessing for a lifetime,
Loveless lust, Oh’ darker than the beginning of time.
Sadness is a sea from which born,
Tides of life that makes us smile,
So the times of gloom one must use,
As the stepping stones of life’s inspirations.

These lines are written as part of a long poem called “The Code Of Life” half way through I decided not to go any further for personal reasons.

Daytime light gone away,
Night lights here and there sprouted,
Then gloomy midnight like an old lady moved,
Night light faded with morning to dance around tried,
The wisdom of the past spoke,
And she stood by the bay and in inevitability spread.
Oh’ into my mind all images I gathered,
Knowing well how pathetically the living life many messed,
And either whine or boasts about dreams about yesterday,
Unknowingly talk about the fate of tomorrow,
Becoming the living disease of the present.

This poem was written in over a week time and my mood changed from that an angry, disappointed to a compromising pleasant one. The reader can see that change of mood in the poem. There I said what I should say about the poem and let the poem carry you through.

The winding roads to a higher place took,
The air grew thinner and thinner the higher I went,
As sorrow deepened with every moment of your silence,
My own conscience I betrayed,
As my hopes in hunger for love died,
Only sadness along with me came,
And thoughts about you first as a hunting,
Then as a pleasure, Then as an addiction,
Then a necessity to survive,
The air thinner and thinner grew,
And there were no more heights for me climb.

Beneath my foot I felt,
The touch of the might of the mountain,
The flirting winds way below in jealousy howled,
The thundering clouds in defeat beneath me rained.
Love is not a necessity for life, aloud I said,
Oh’ stronger will become love when unattained,
When parted stronger will feel,
The pain of the living,
The blessing of the dead,
Oh’ you may be at a height unattainable,
Or at a depth unknown,
Ah’ even when skies beneath my foot I crush,
Somewhere in the horizons echoed,
Your words of love for me in your soul whispered.
 
Oh’ the soul of mine with hopes and wishes filled,
Even when the world around us in chaos drowned,
Temptations of good and evil all around us flown,
And to some we fell pray and failed,
To understand that life is not a beast one can tame,
In acts of brutality or romance of hearts,
Life is not a meal in sweetness one can eat or in sourness spit,
Life is not a journey where one fly, walk, swim or crawl,
Life of an individual is a flaw, In the perfect flow of time,
But even in our failures and success,
Anger, disappointments and sadness we learned,
How beautiful that God given flaw in meaningful ways define,
The love and respect of each other we have,
Which made a million flowers bloom as smiles,
On faces of those who read this and understand,
No matter what material heights you and I can climb,
No matter what disappointments, anger, sadness you can give,
You are the only one my darling, I can ever love.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. All Rights Reserved-2012.

Mornings I Share.

Woke way before the drums of day in the east beat,

The dark frozen blanket of winter ray after ray torn,

The dark clouds above loomed,

Morning like a shy teen girl giggled,

When the frost melted and upon dead leaves fell,

Oh’ I wonder and wonder why you were not here with me,

To feel the warmth of the heart of a poet,

Why you were not here to sit by the bay window and see,

And sip in the pleasure of mornings with me,

Mornings day after day with loneliness I share.

Love You

The arrival of love, Oh’ the emotions and ways none knows,

The eyes open wide, ears like wings spread,

Nose will take breath deep and hold,

Heart like a rose open and sway,

Lips utter poetry till that moment meaningless now meaningful,

Oh’ all means only this, Love You.

The dividing walls Oh’ upon it hard I hit,
The harder I hit the stronger it became I felt,
Graffiti broke and all around fell,
The sticky posters held on tight though torn,
The flowers of love under the feet crushed,
Still some up high their heads held,
And as if in a consoling prayer, swayed,
Far beyond that wall, love in the land of wind, danced,
Ah’ when walking away defeated,
Upon that wall that divided our love I looked,
Oh’ my own torn face in a never stopping smile I saw.

“True love” is like your mother, she can only conceive you once, she can only carry you once, she can only deliver you once. Then forever she is your mother. There can be million people who can look, speak and act like your mother. None of them will be like the mother who conceived you, carried you and delivered you.

I thought many times whether to write this poem and after writing whether to release this poem because of an ethical issue in this poem. To all readers I have written this poem out of reality but don’t worry I am fine and I will be fine. I don’t want 5 comments saying how sorry one feels about me. Nope I seek no kindness from anyone. Someone once offered it and I rejected it and I will reject it. I seek nothing more. This is it. Even if I write a poem this year I will not be able to post it here because of the maturity time it needs before it can be released. Poetically .. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah and A Happy New Year.

To Time.

Gather not the memories of these days,

For in these days Sun rays make me cold,

The wind made me feel shy,

The trees stood bare naked and watched,

The gymnastics with the love of mine I did.

Oh’ I fell and all bones of my passions broke,

 I lay defeated for the rhythms of heart I heard,

Only mine beyond my thoughts for me lived.

Reality she will follow,

She may fall or she may fly,

She may remain hidden,

Or through every vein of a generation she will run,

Her success and failure time will bear witness.

Gather not the memories of these days,

For these days are only steps to a day,

When I will take another girl by hand,

I will take another girl in my hand,

And again and again myself I will curse,

For not becoming the love of her.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. All Rights Reserved-2011.