Author: riazahammed

There are incredibly talented poets who should just do what they are born and destined to do. Some just lose their direction and purpose and try music, dancing and all other mockery of poetry just to gain popularity. There will come a day when they realize the most beautiful part of life is the poetry and the gift of understanding that part and expressing it is no simple task. Wasting time and energy on other things is equal to suicide.

When you hear the word Metallica you will think about hard rock and heavy metal screaming. Listen carefully you can understand, lyrics written to the syllables that fit the note. One should understand gems are found in the depths of darkness and heat. Love is the result of deep understanding from the depths conscious and unconscious putting every other emotion upon the coals. It is like a heavy metal song, one should listen carefully and if you do what one will find is a gem. It is not often done, what happen these days is even love is a fucking fashion statement. Sad But True.

I heard this song when I was very young and truly enjoyed it then. I kept on remembering this song for a while and kinda left it in memory for a while and just today saw an interview of Harry Belafonte in Colbert report show. He sang couple of lines of this song.. wow.. really nostalgic moments. Enjoy

The greatest achievement of democracy is the power everyone equally feels. The worst failure of democracy is that power manipulated by crooked politicians by our petty differences.

Listen to this song the lyrics is amazing. On a weird day, towards the end I reflected on a relationship and I said. I can’t steer my heart away from you. Connecting to the title of this song. Incredible lyrics and awesome singing with smooth music.
My sincere gratitude to all who support me.

Music: Elton John
Lyrics: Bernie Taupin

Take me for granted, I think that I could stand it
After all these rough seas
Left me reckless and abandoned
Say the spirit’s willing, chance a new beginning
Break down the cold front
Give me peace and understanding
And you wait, and you wonder
Will she still beat the drum and bring the thunder
Will she still be the star to see me through
‘Cause I can’t steer my heart clear of you
chorus
No I can’t steer my heart clear of you
It’s the way it’s been, ever since you sailed
Out of a storm and into view
And should I drift away, the compass holds the clue
You control the weather
And I can’t steer my heart clear of you
Make me your penance, show me your innocence
Everything is history
From the aching to the pleasure
We enjoy the torture, the slow pain that it taught us
Everything gets twisted
Let me burn or bring me water
And you wait, and you wonder
Will she still beat the drum and bring the thunder
Will she still be the star to see me through
‘Cause I can’t steer my heart clear of you
[repeat chorus]
You control the weather
And I can’t steer my heart clear of you.

© 1997 William A. Bong Limited

The day the meaning of the lyrics of this song became the truth birthed at dawn today. The illusion of Love makes me say nothing, Nothing about it all I can ever say.

Here is my new poem. The situation is in the poem itself. Yesterday I posted a gift for a new friend from Russia. At that time I said the reason for doing it will known shortly. I was writing this poem looking at her picture. I am attaching the picture along so that you know exactly what I mean with this poem. The picture was taken from the screen shot I took exactly the moment I described in the poem.
Here is the poem.

The Pained Mother.

The dusk rested, the birds nested,
A resting place under eyes, darkness found.
The magic of sleep night unfolded,
Not for a mother who through the web at me looked.

The weird world, the wilder world the world at her yelled,
And from the world wide web she wanted to run,
But the moneyless purse and the face of a son she remembered,
And the world with all patience and pretty smile she faced.

Then to my wonder about her son she told,
The sparkles in her eyes in all wonder I watched,
The friendly wife, a wonderful mother and a poet too she is,
As to me her poems one by one she recited to entertain.

The wilder world, sex scavengers again at her yelled,
To hold peace with all her might she tried,
Oh’ then the cry of a baby around I heard,
And stunned she sat as she cannot leave.

Though no parent I am in her eyes I saw,
The innocence of a baby for mother’s warmth crying,
The twitch in the heart a mother will feel,
Oh’ eyes spread through to a poet’s heart too.

The world around mercilessly screamed,
To see and feel the pain of a mother none cared,
Through my jokes her pain I relieved,
But forgot I can never, the face of the pained mother.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. All Rights Reserved-2011.

Blessed Touch.

The stream singing in the rhythm of my heart flown,
Then weather grown colder and colder and froze,
Once you touched the water and all melted,
You are the one with the healing hands, the blessed hands.

Roads like dark serpents ran under into past,
The vagabond walked, ran and alas fell,
Invisible dead end in no way one can unblock,
Come back, O’ Darling, Come back, for one more blessed touch.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. All Rights Reserved. 2011.

Here is my new poem friends. This poem was written looking at the picture of a girl the girl knows who she is if she reads this poem in full.

The Weeping Tempest.

The opening lines of a poem in my mind I thought,
When at a picture of you I looked,
Then the worldly life to darker times as a pray thrown,
Me and my dreams in the whirlpools, Oh’ in fear drowned.

Thankful I am O’ God as you helping hands in her words I felt,
Bound my soul to her soul Oh’ only in spiritual ways understood,
Every time darkness to my life spread his wings I remembered,
Those words of blessings, to past I will never lose.

Her mind at the wonders of life looked and swayed,
My intentions to every evil doubts in her mind might have crept,
Oh’ my silence will leave the whispering of doubts uncleared,
So even when only a picture I see, my mind whistled.

Oh’ God I once raised my hands and you blessing I sought,
And she came filling every corner of my life with confidence and luck,
Mistakes and misunderstandings made me and her felt bad,
And surrounded me again are darkness that breaks my will.

Oh’ God In darkness again at you in pleading my hands I raise,
Forgiveness I seek, for swaying the blessing you gave,
And I know not anymore any actions or words I should do or say,
Only the feelings from those blessed days, these days I feel.

Ah’ like a tempest all the feelings into me came,
The lonely stranger I am, a truth I forgot,
Now the tempest only in my mind I feel,
Strongly blowing with a weeping sound.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. All Rights Reserved. 2011.
Watch this video it is really inspiring.