Category: Story Of The Day

Twenty Fifth Day Of June 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

Frustrations about the absence of my love hard felt,
Deep through the veins boiled blood that sweat,
Brows I frowned and deeper about life I thought,
And abandoned the beauty of the morning and slept.

Some lovers, somewhere celebrated their luck in glory,
The unfortunate slept even when sun in brightness danced,
The unloved need no special reason to be unloved,
We are the failures the world look, learn and succeed.

Noon stormed into my room and threw me out of bed,
My own shadows gave me threats and fear,
The fear about the unknowns that spread with summer,
Ah’ life deliberately abandoned living me and left.

The awesomeness of the unfortunate is that all they touch,
All they wish will burn in around them and the ash,
Will fall on them and make their faces dark and deformed,
Evening baseball game my team lost in disgrace.

Night came all around with questions about morning,
Frustration indeed led to an angry man in dire straits,
And for a moment I thought about the love of Little Boss,
That kept me sane, kept me calm as her love ruled my mind.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

Twenty Fourth Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss*.

Life went left and right with careless ease,
Stomping onto the chances of reality sprouting,
But none of those fallen beside cared conscience,
As hand in hand with her to move ahead I want.

Ten thousand thunders all around crashed,
Billions of drops fell and flown into wilderness,
The civilized world more than that as cleansing,
And the summer storm never cooled the eager mind.

Softness of the bed, comforter and pillows bored,
After a long day of sleep and I rolled out,
Inside the house like a caged lion I wandered,
Hungry for love with a belly full of food and tea.

Evening got crowned with dusky twilight and said,
“The beauty of the dusk is all you will see this day.”,
Ah’ with a tired mind I tried to measure the distance,
Between hearts in love but a virtual ocean of love I found.

Then to the night in a soft voice I whispered,
“This night my mind will make her feel the love of mine,
When no distance and cruelty of the world can stop,
Her feeling the love of mine as I know her soul.”.

Strength of love ah’ none can measure,
For in it is the glow of soul God for us created,
That divine strength gave me vision of a path,
In happiness we both hand in hand will move ahead to.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

Loveliness of the day have spread,
Into the depths of a loveless soul,
Searched for the memories of a lifetime,
But only found images of my Little Boss.

Prayers of noon time aroused to lessen,
The heaviness and aches of a loveless soul,
Searched the embedded images in my soul,
But only found images of my Little Boss.

Warmth of the evening crowned to color,
To paint new dreams in a loveless soul,
Oh’ Nature spread her pallets and in it dipped,
And painted new dreams with your face, Little Boss.

Twilight after the Sunset in sadness wrote,
Happy verses to cheer a loveless soul,
Oh’ the whole nature wept along, then cheered,
As smiles of yours reflected in all corners, Little Boss.

Starlight of spreading night reflected,
In every drop of rain at the tip of leaves,
And the loveless soul in those drops found,
A smile that reflected your happiness, Little Boss.

Ah’ no longer to be in that reflection, I wish,
As all that I am already filled with what,
Makes you the happiest lady in the world,
And I pray that my deeds be your happiness, Little Boss.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

Twenty First Day Of June – 2019.

Silence all around horizons roamed,
When God let loose the flashes of day,
And when sleep left me ah’ ears pained,
Light fever upon my brows danced.

The morning I left like I left an old friend,
And slept for good or bad things to happen.
Good things abandoned me in words and deeds,
Bad things haunts me but stopped short of a good soul.

In the end I told, “Don’t live life, left life enjoy you”.
Out of comforts of the comforter and dreamy pillows,
I stepped into the day when wild birds screeched to save,
Their little ones and attacked everything at my front door.

“The birds stays everyone can go to hell” I said out loud,
As I took what remains of the day to enjoy me,
The world out there maybe wonderful, fearful and hurtful,
I don’t care as the love I may stir up in heart of a girl matters.

“Make your love blind and deaf and you will know me,
Or you will lose me in the pulse of the world,
That beats louder than any of your imaginations,
And will make realities nastier than your fears.”.

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Twentieth Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss*.

Upon a well laid foundation she slowly painted,
Beautiful make up in low orange shade to welcome,
The day emerging from the bottom of the East,
To spread into the west upon the chariots of the Sun.

Before he wore the fiery crown with all his love Sun kissed,
Red lipsticked lips of Dawn and the verse of the day he wrote,
Ah’ the beauty of Dawn on every day in a new way freshened,
Like the soul of my “Little Boss” inside my soul every Dawn.

The day around me up and down and all around dragged,
Lazy times cloaked me hard with unreasonable sadness,
Ah’ what wonderful dreams are fulfilled this day I wondered,
As when I woke, I didn’t even remember, if any dream I saw.

When Sun took his crown off and leaving dark blanket on day,
But as he took his heavenly dip in the west once more smile,
The princess of evening in the form of Dusk stealing a kiss,
From his reddened lips, ah’ when will I kiss you “Little Boss”?.

My question upon the backyard maple I left to rest,
As there is only one blessing I can take to bed,
The love God blessed me with the very first moment I felt,
When she walked to me with a smile that perfected my poetry.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

Eighteenth Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

Hope, ah’ what a wonderful connector of emotions,
The peace maker between the angry and sad,
The love maker between the unloved and depressed,
The fun maker between the happy and funny.

The world woke up around me with hopes and left,
The maniacs had fun before and after their sanity,
They too relied on hopes for a while and understood,
There is no happiness in the world that can give them fun.

I fell asleep when the world left homes to work,
My fun I brewed from the unloved to the sad,
The I learned a bit of depression and angry can add,
Some fun to erase the pain of the unloved and sad.

Evening sandwich with the friends of friend fun filled,
All through the day and through the fun and hopes,
Thought about the girl I call “Little Boss” with love,
She is the Queen of my heart who refused the crown.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.