The Love We Established.

By the lake, in mid-day, I stood and thought,
About the waking life all around even in mid-winter days,
Breaking through the sheet of ice towards me came,
A wave, eating every bit of sand and ice fattened.

Fantastic fantasies in the inwards eyes danced,
Fearless in the deadly freeze miraged,
Realities fight hard to be someone’s fantasy fulfillment,
Ah’, my reality fights hard to be my darling’s fantasy.

As the tug-of-war between realities and fantasy tightened,
Felt a frozen wave through the veins of mine and slowly spread,
Then thoughts about her warmed the wave into romantic touches,
Ah’, soul’s roots touched the ground and gathered the pulse of time.

As time swept through lives and gathered all through space,
Life became an establishment of an unheard philosophy,
Now heard in the bells that rang in honor of our love,
Love we established uncaring about time, space, and brutal realities.

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The One Who Intoxicated Me Beyond All Hopes.

A day just passed by taking sunrise and sunset,
Into the depths of memory, O’, how will I remember?
Those chariots of daydreams bringing chalices of romance,
In it are wines of tastes from lovely blossoming lips of yours.

The very thoughts of yesterdays softened all my sorrows,
What powers dreams have over humans who see and forgets,
But my inward eyes so romantically sought those lips,
Ah’, that very thought intoxicated me beyond all hopes.

Though none cared to dream along my soul filled with love,
Those gone by years left gave melancholic rhythms to my heart,
Ah’, that music is the muse to find words for these verses,
The tunes, none shall hear, even when felt, none shall sing, I pray.

I borrowed strength from end of days of mine leaving them empty,
In serious talks I say I will outlive all that I love, learning to love new,
But no love I can muster from past, present, or future time and space,
As the day I met Little Boss past, present, and future filled with her love.

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The Dedicated Lover Of Little Boss.

Dragons with bright-lit red eyes from far above looked,
As they fluttered their wings over the lands and lakes,
Oh’, the fire the spit blazed the earth down below,
Ah’, myths they are, a wonderful relief for sin-filled mankind.

God walking around in countenance of men and women,
Creatures talking and acting like humans some better,
What wonderful imaginations from which these myths birthed,
Ah’, another sigh of relief when through darkness I passed.

Medusas among us lived many times and fossilized many loving hearts,
Oedipus showed among us as the face of evil many, many times,
Myths of East and West, Ah’, at times collided and many times colluded,
Hearts filled with love, Oh’, these days a mysterious myth.

True life has evolved without truth through time and space,
Loveless they make children and loveless as a curse they live.
I sat beside the frigid water still from beside the freezing river,
A love-filled face I saw, in dedication and determination loving Little Boss.

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Sweating On A Snowy Evening.

My lips were locked on evening sun in this frozen tundra,
Dragon like clouds took fire from the twilight and spit,
But O’, the old man winter stood strong and brought,
Those drops of clouds into the unmelting snowflakes.

Silent stood my Pinetree and tired he too looked,
Stood I like a knight guarding his precious lands,
Shovels scratched all around as people made paths,
My conscience asked, “Is there a way to me they clear?”.

The cold never touched me as from deep inside I warmed,
The warmth that made the air I exhaled visible to all,
And to the air around from the bottom of my heart, I asked,
“Have you touched her face?”, with her image clearly in my mind.

I walked back home as night touched the day with his dark-lit hand,
My love for winter somedays backfires like this day but still, I smiled,
As I know the sweat I shed in these frozen days are all,
Filled with love I brewed in my heart only for my Little Boss.

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From A Future Day.

I once sat beside the sea and wondered about stars,
Ah’, that evening I laid then by the waves and watched,
Those little lucky beads scattered across heavens,
Light years away but still making my little heart pleasant.

I once sat under an old tree, way older than anything I knew,
And I listened to the wind that made her sway and sing,
Those little songs to my little heart told to find a place,
To root and branch out like and be patient with changes.

I once sat upon a hill so high, the clouds kissed me on my lips,
The hill told me many tales of lovers who sat where I sat,
Those lovers and their giggles, their little games to make each other,
Shower with gladness no matter what price they may pay.

I recently sat on my armchair and read my own writings,
Oh’, how wonderful I felt for the days that passed me by,
Someday I will hold her hands and beside a fireplace, I will sit,
And write with her a poem about the gladness of love she gave.

That day I will look back at this day and laugh at me for being sad.

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An Invitation To Celebrate.

A million flowers in seeds waited to bloom in smiles,
And become the muse of a poet to versify his dreams,
But the dark clouds of winter still in enraged dance,
Oh’, is that future an unwritten fate like my life in love?

The meaning of light meaningless for a born blind,
The meaning of music meaningless for born deaf,
When choices unknown to heart and soul for a lover,
His love becomes a pillar of foundation for his existence.

Oh’, lover of mine, why thou distracts from your love?
When love of yours was a selfless act of purity,
Why walk over the coals to test the sanctity of thy heart?
Why not let me carry you through times that make you tired?

Those million flowers will bloom into a magnificent spring,
That’s the inevitability you and I know in all surety,
That raven calls will be replaced by singing sparrows,
But let us celebrate the season of love today in our hearts.

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My Curse.

Oh’, the vicious torments of loneliness enjoyed,
Their taunting upon my soul and through veins,
Fueling fiendish thoughts deep in my mind,
About the one, she claims she loves instead of me.

A murderer I am not so safe he will be from my wrath,
A conjurer of cheap tricks I am not so safe her love will be,
Anger and violence, skepticism and silence are not what I seek,
As my own solace stood ground in learning earned, respect in honor.

Lost I am not in my own soliloquy, but mind kept on speaking,
Lost I am not in a love triangle, for I know she heard my heartbeat,
Every time I feel her touched by another I feel the pain of soul,
Ah’, the past time, present time and future ways tell, “why she hurts,”,

“Why she hurts her own conscience, with migrating mirages?”
And through the wilderness, the aching soul of mine wanders,
Oh’, the rest of my life I curse myself to live alone in prayers,
To erase every meaning of my life meant to happen to me,

As nothing ever makes meaning to me without her love.

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A Conversation With The Best Lover I Know.

The nights have passed through the gentle mind of mine,
How wonderful stars are in the frigid cold of Wisconsin winter,
Those stars look like knights in armor bearing shields and spears,
I said to mind “Keep wondering why only two eyes see this in awe.”.

How much about the past I wrote, from what in mind I spoke,
How much about the future I dreamed, from thoughts I well weaved,
How much more unwritten I left, from all the hurdles I faced,
How many times my sad faces I forcefully erased, when loveless I stood.

Ah! the world is a wonderful place for the enlightened,
And through my enlightened mind, I see light filling,
From every corner of horizons bringing peace to minds,
And I prayed to bring peace to her mind where she holds,

Love meant to bring peace to my eyes, heart, and my soul.
And then my conscience as if awakened by a shock to mind spoke,
“I have spoken all these years without hearing a word of love,
Never have I heard the meaning of love by another defined to me,”,

“Why would I listen to more of these bloodless phantoms in soul speak?
Follow dreams made with cobwebs and broken bones of childish pranks,
Oh’, let the lover in her speak from her heart, let her speak her true love,
And listen I will and shower blessings to wipe your happy tears.”.

Conscience went back to sleep after his protests in whining,
I looked up at the stars again and called the lover in me,
Who shown me yet another pattern in the faraway stars that told,
The written fate of conscience showering blessings wiping happy tears.

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Seeking Kindness.

Think not about me if you cannot see me in mind’s eyes,
Speak not to me if no love for me in you ever felt,
Haven’t you already know the unknowns about emotion?
Those that blended with reality and brought me to you.

New day birthed inevitably and but brought along,
A new reality you and I received so unexpectedly,
I drained every bit of my pulsating heart and heard,
The weeping of a lover, still musing about your love.

The craft of deception, O’, well known to lovers,
To know the truth of love Ah’, what games many plays,
In such a game the arrows fired hurt one’s heart and lay,
Passionless, dreamless, and meanings lost vagabond.

Wake up the adulthood, O’ the lover who lives my love,
Mute the world around and hear the beat of thy heart,
Where you will hear the verses by your own soul written,
If in it my eyes you don’t see, forgive my mischief in kindness.

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A Question To Happiness.

Loveliness touched my lips when her name I uttered,
The very breath that came with her name, warmed a whole winter,
Taunted by the pleasantness, her image in words I versed,
And thoughts became dreams, where happiness she and I defined.

I looked up and I looked down, and I looked deep within myself,
To feel the pleasantness again and again and indeed I succeeded,
Back I brought from childhood days of all my pleasant thoughts,
And one by one they fell short of the pleasantness I felt about her.

Though it’s cold in mid-winter blast, I still held up an icicle,
From the blazing sun above and the warmth of mine, it bloomed,
Like a while rose in the haste of the season of colors and love,
Ah’, every corner I looked in the dead of winter’s curse and found,

The loveliness of her spread sprouting from my heart,
Is this what they call the happiness of all of my love?
Is this yet another definition of a new birthed time?
Or is this the foley of the devil to drive me mad?

All those questions into thin air asked and walked with smiles,
Then all knowledge came with a spiritual touch and made me ask,
About what happiness in all truth, honesty, and belief meant to me,
Then to happiness I asked, “aren’t you, my darling girl in all definitions?”.

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