Category: New Poems

 

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The Laughing World.

Pleasing smiles upon my face come,
When in thoughts of you I plunge,
My days and nights to everything else, unknown.

Sweetness tasted, sourness forgotten,
Gladness regained in dreams newly bloomed,
Love of two souls all around echoed.

Love a monster with pain filled,
Betrayed by time Oh’ our souls lived,
Another layer of life, away time torn.

Time can betray, life torn away,
Promises all became lies,
And your  lies made  me a better liar.

Better world, better sounds, souls searched,
The cry of her soul in her words heard,
For a closed door I looked back, a forgotten path back traced.

Wild woods grown deep, the forgotten path cannot be found,
Lost soul cried aloud, thunders of spring buried the cry,
Still heard, her crying soul, though her world all around laughed.

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A beautiful morning around me woke,
And touched my face with the hands of light,
Then in the depths of mind I felt,
A feeling for so long unfelt,
As the soul once more in love smiled,
Then at the clock I looked to learn,
The hour of morning has not arrived.
Then my soul to me spoke,
It is the love of her through your five senses you feel,
It was about you my soul spoke.

And into my minds eyes I looked,
The imprint of those wonderful eyes I find,
The essence of a soul with which made,
A soul in which love a new definition finds,
Every moment of her conscious life,
Oh’ from those newly found definition,
Sprouts feelings of love mankind feels,
That makes them love their lovers without imagination.

Eyes are the windows to a soul, they say,
Eyes of yours are the doors to perfection,
A soul in every meaning and actions purifies,
Every other soul at which you smiles.

Oh’ that smile holds the beauty of a thousand springs,
The warmth of the evenings of ten thousand summers,
And can melt glaciers in millenniums frozen,
And from night of this life erase,
Darkness, as the brightest star so close seen.

The morning into history faded,
But not the memory of those eyes and soul,
In which I feel the paradise of my love,
Without which my heart the grave of my love,
With which the standing monument of happiness,
And in every breath I take in thankfulness I pray,
For the sanctified soul my God made me,
And I walk through these days fulfilled.
And every day is a new day that pass through new time,
But her love for me and my love for her will remain forever, same.

Night arrived like a fugitive unseen and unknown,
But the calm wind in the winter from behind caressed,
The soul of the wind spoke,
About the dream you felt,
From your mind where embedded,
The silhouette of lifetimes of love in your eyes dances,
And kisses my soul from where,
A new dream about life sprouts,
Every time a kiss is laid,
And from those dreams comes reality,
As the touch of yours when I plunge
My face into your imaginary palms in love,
Though far, far away you are,

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Fools all around paraded,
As the fountains sprouted in the middle of the circle,
Mermaids holding wine chalices pouring,
Colored water from the glittering lights underneath,
Oh’ even in their stone carved eyes one can see,
Passion filled lust from seven heavens not to mankind known.

Oh’ the flowers in the garden danced,
To the rhythm of winds from all around came,
The wind stole the pollen leaving flowers glad,
And the humming bird beat the wind and gravity,
To stay in air sucking honey to fill every mind.

With thoughts filled mind through the garden he walked,
The land around he saw once with farms and industries filled,
Now a graveyard for the American dream,
And for peace of mind young and old romanced in competition.

To show their love and care for the flowers they came,
Expression of emotion they deeply felt,
Hurting the thorns with lusty thoughts,
Fools through hallucinations, as sex addicts they evolved,
Constant companions of the whispering devils.

Many love not, but act,
As if in love to make a fashion statement,
Oh’ those zombies a calamity for mankind,
A degenerated curse, destroying dreams, in excuse of love.

Love an action with no reality cared,
Love the excuse for millions of death,
Oh’ love bitten mongers, cry not,
Your moans by thin air consumed,
And by light of reality blinded.

Originated from illusions dreams ate mind,
The closer he got to any flower they vanished,
As men with evil grin plucked,
And to nymphomaniacs gave,
The essence of their self proclaimed love,
That after two minutes of sex evaporated.

Truth not seen, buried dream’s moans heard,
Lusty humans in their comforts violated,
Their own conscience with brutal spiritual force.

The flowers from stems detached,
Petals in winds of ambitions withered,
The brutality of mankind in one word poet told,
“LOVE”
Then with an innocent laugh deeper into desert he walked.

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Found a beautiful stretch of land,
Through which to trek I tried in the golden sands,
Oceans of passions wave on one side,
Mountains of emotions rose right beside,
The fruits from the trees so high so sweet,
The springs never ending flown crystal clear,
Birds as messengers flew back and forth,
Still to trek I tried all around.
The golden sands gave away and became quick sands,
The waves roared and to the shore galloped,
Mountains growled and rocks from above slided,
Then I knew Oh’ deep in love with you I am, O’ my dear.

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A beautiful morning around me woke,
And touched my face with the hands of light,
Then in the depths of mind I felt,
A feeling for so long unfelt,
As the soul once more in love smiled,
Then at the clock I looked to learn,
The hour of morning has not arrived.
Then my soul to me spoke,
It is the love of her through your five senses you feel,
It was about you my soul spoke.

And into my minds eyes I looked,
The imprint of those wonderful eyes I find,
The essence of a soul with which made,
A soul in which love a new definition finds,
Every moment of her conscious life,
Oh’ from those newly found definition,
Sprouts feelings of love mankind feels,
That makes them love their lovers, without imagination.

Eyes are the windows to a soul, they say,
Eyes of yours are the doors to perfection,
A soul in every meaning and actions purifies,
Every other soul at which you smiles.

Oh’ that smile holds the beauty of a thousand springs,
The warmth of the evenings of ten thousand summers,
And can melt glaciers in millenniums frozen,
And from night of this life erase,
Darkness, as the brightest star so close seen.

The morning into history faded,
But not the memory of those eyes and soul,
In which I feel the paradise of my love,
Without which my heart the grave of my love,
With which the standing monument of happiness,
And in every breath I take in thankfulness I pray,
For the sanctified soul my God made me,
And I walk through these days fulfilled.
And every day is a new day that pass through new time,
But her love for me and my love for her will remain forever, same.

Night arrived like a fugitive unseen and unknown,
But the calm wind in the winter from behind caressed,
The soul of the wind spoke,
About the dream you felt,
From your mind where embedded,
The silhouette of lifetimes of love in your eyes dances,
And kisses my soul from where,
A new dream about life sprouts,
Every time a kiss is laid,
And from those dreams comes reality,
As the touch of yours when I plunge,
My face into your imaginary palms in love,
Though far, far away you are.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM All Rights Reserved-2007.

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The fallen leaves of fall are gone,
The winds brought heavier cold,
Your face in my mind warmth filled,
So did the love of mine for you in my soul.

Through different paths of life you and I pass,
In different parts of world we live,
Yet, forever your smile I will remember,
Forever your smiles will beautify my life.

Like the golden chariots of the evening sun,
You eyes spread the charms of love,
In the light from those eyes reflects,
Filled are the new definitions of love mankind unheard,

All my passion, all my compassion for you I will give,
All my expression of happiness and love I will fill,
With prettiness upon your face I see,
And every bit of sadness in your prettiness will dissolve.

So smile Oh’ my dear in the celebration of life,
Smile to fill the world with charms of love,
Every prayer of mine makes me a better poet,
As every prayer for your love I dedicate.

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Zeroes and ones Oh’ in many combinations they move,
Millions and millions at pace unimaginable,
Translated into languages humans known,
Painting faces in all colors and age,
Carrying said words and played music,
Zeroes and ones, wonders of a web weaved.

Upon the weaved web she danced,
Through it many eyes she mesmerized,
Her words flew to minds that burst into laughs,
Zeroes and ones Oh’ they carried her far, with care.

A poem by the hands of God written,
Her mind, a mind boggling metaphor,
Through her eyes one see a soul enchanted,
Zeroes and ones Oh by her smile brightened.

Hours at those brightened zeroes and ones watched,
Every bit of a man at a woman focused,
Oh’ in prayer not to fall in love a poet waited,
Zeroes and ones in the fun of her aloud they laughed.

The forced silence, the forgotten verses,
Deep rooted smiles awaken in all colors,
Trust each sought and to time and actions all left,
Still a twitch in heart made the poet pray more,
As his heart can never ever love,
Anyone else but his only darling to whom he belongs.

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Bright may not be the moonlight,
But the half-moon still very well shined,
The summer sprouts fell asleep,
And through the darkness came,
A cool breeze upon the pleasant moonlight gliding.

Sleep from inside me woke up and gripped,
The slow drowning leaving emotions one by one,
The muscles rested though no lullabies heard,
No dames to hold on to, just a surrender,
Upon the futon in the hallway,
Away from all into a world unknown.

Phantoms with ugly faces danced in nightmares seen,
Their screams and mocking laughs,
But these days, more than any monsters loneliness scares.
My subconscious mind screamed and back at them howled.

From behind upon a stallion, it came,
Knocked me down with vengeance and tied me up,
To a deep dark cave where nothing I saw,
Did darkness dance or were they shadows of doom?
Then slow pat on the forehead with a stick I felt,
“Open your eyes and watch me drown”
I heard the voice of a mid-aged woman,
When from sleep into the dancing moonlight I woke,
Not so far, but not so near the Lilly pond I can see,
And into the pond slowly she walked and disappeared.

Fearless near to the pond I went,
Then to every sense of mine came what each sense can feel,
The story of a maid who became her master’s victim,
And after lust gone not knowing what to do,
Into the pond drowned her mercilessly,
His crime with the help of a dark angel she avenged.
And near the pond the light of her soul she tied,
Every light-hearted will run for life,
But this poet in all curiosity towards the pond walked.

The wind stopped, the half moon upon the clouds rested,
The sun in the east wearing his armor,
For the conquest of the day to come,
Up close to the pond when I reached I saw,
A single fresh blossomed Lilly in the dim moonlight,
Plucking the flower back to my new home, I walked,
Knowing and feeling a soul restlessly wander,
In all probability until the end of time.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. 2009 All Rights Reserved

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Beside the river the house stood,
The surrounding of the house empty,
Oh’ from outside the beauty of the house not seen,
Mother Nature’s naughtiness fully seen,
Parasite’s brutality fully grown,
Dark patches showing the age of the house,
In majestic proportions the house filled the land.

The front door like a smiling face stood,
Open all the time though none in through it ventured,
The side windows like every opened eyes welcomed,
The true light of the house inside seen,
The big hallways leading to living room,
The dinning room can kill hunger of all kind,
As all the rooms stood big and tall,
Colorful drapes adorned the outside light,
The air inside so wonderfully scented,
Anyone inside will feel the comforts of feelings,
Feelings unique to each room in this wonderful house.

From the heart land came the intruder,
Creeping though the gates and then searching,
For a place to grow and show her charms,
Spoke wise words the house understood,
Unblinking eyes everyone from far saw,
In the prettiness of the flowers intruder gave.
Creepers crept all over the house masking age,
Flowers big as hands hanged from sides,
Through an open door intruder intruded,
Finding warmth inside from the winter cold,
Feeling of a different kind in every room intruder felt,
Rhyming with passion of each room filling own scent,
Then in spring time with flowing breeze dancing,
The intruder through the passing seasons consumed,
Every corner of the house changing and merging,
Into the house and house into the intruder,
Then the doors closed forever,
As none else the house wants,
To walk into the house even in the darker days to come.

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