Frozen Seeds.

I just thought of writing a poem and wrote the following. Then I thought I will write an introduction and blog post. I wrote some then I said, C’Mon man don’t do this. Because that blog post I wrote was filled with profanity. There are people in this world who thinks they are the best, you know what, they will learn that life is not what they think it is. Someone once asked me when I said, You will learn. “What will I learn?” here is the answer. You will learn that love and care is not something that will come to you easily. A dedicated lover will never leave or can never leave. All you see as friends, family are all reasons to reach that love. They will not last longer than they intended to stay with you. As for the person who truly love and care about you, it is up to you to decide how long that person should stay. I didn’t say that at that time as I know my anger may take what I may say as a curse for that someone. I can never, ever curse that person. But unfortunately that person chose the path that painfully will teach that person the lesson.
The above said thoughts kinda triggered this poem. It was so quickly written and I am very busy with some things, I just was not able to go through the poem a second time. My critics, kill me if you want to for any errors I made.

Frozen Seeds.

Buried in the forces of winter so brutal,
You all sleep under the comfort of freeze.
Freeze by the will of nature brought,
And through lands and seas in north, spread.

Remember the beginning of colder months,
When the first leaf through the light cold breeze floated,
And upon the green grass fallen helplessly.
Oh’ the tree in pride at the dead lost leaf, looked.

Then one by one seeds by many means taken,
Some by birds, some by people, many just fell,
And through fires, rains and winds far away went,
Life in a shell kept, in forced sleep.

Are you all dreaming to see the sunlight?
Are you all dreaming to see the blinking stars?
Are you all dreaming to soak in rains of spring?
Are you all dreaming to dance in the summer warmth?

With new leaves, flowers giving sweet honey and fruit,
Are you all dreaming to leave a mark of your own in this world?
Land is old, the air will be new, the winds will come,
With songs sung by birds in far away lands.

What lessons one can learn though not seen,
Thinking about a seed, deep buried,
Though in wonder one can still smile,
As life is same for all creations one know.

January 8, 2010 5:48 PM

The Essence Of A Lover’s Life.

This is a fantastic day, the Arctic blast is tap dancing around me. I am not a big fan of tap dancing still the tap dancing from North, yeah I can live with that. Tomorrow is going to get more colder in my mother tongue they say “Rudra Thandavam” it means the dance in Anger and Vengeance. Maybe what we are going to feel tomorrow is that kinda dance. I love cold, snow, ice and everything of winter. Today I was driving around in the cold by late afternoon I understood, I am an expert driver on icy roads but most others are not. So I got back home. Hope everyone is trying to stay warm this weekend. Enjoy the cold.
This poem is not a happy poem. For not a happy reason I thought of shutting down this PoetryBox. I am not going to go into the details of that. At that time I wrote this poem. It kinda gives the essence of the reasons. Well as I have decided not to shutdown the site I kept this poem away. I am not going to shutdown and go away from here. But the poem in its essence is very real. Sorry everyone on a cold winter day I only have more cold to give you all.

The Essence Of A Lover’s Life.

Sunday came and Sunday left,
He wished the sky were blue and air more warm,
He wished his love where in her arms,
But further and further form him she too left.

Wishes were all good, bad and many were just to be dreamt,
One way or the other from bad to just another dreamer he went,
A mad man talking to himself in the eyes of the world,
As so much about her love to himself he told.

The sleep in love brought the dream,
Then the dream through every corner of life weaved,
A drag net that gathered every bit of life and filled,
Love for her in way humanity unknown.

The wishes were like glaciers moved,
Eyes can’t see, legs can’t feel, no noise heard,
Love indeed is an unseen, unheard, untouched feeling,
Uninvited into him from all around consumed.

Unreal, impossible Oh many words from her he heard,
Mind like horses in a stable back and forth swayed,
As through every means love for her to erase he tried,
Ah’ the pain of the unloved he himself forget to forgive.

All he left, the pain still he felt and to erase he talked,
Talked again and again about all that came and gone,
To a wild world that danced around she too joined,
Unknowing, hearing his talks to erase his pain, to forget all, she too told.

A corner unknown, a way unknown he searched,
To go far, far away, far away from her he decided,
Oh’ then a drop of tear from the page he wrote erased,
The word love he wrote with the essence of his life, filled with her face.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. 2009 All Rights Reserved.

January 6, 2010 4:55 PM

Nursery Of Stars.

The beautiful sight of falling snow I see all around me. Wow I am lucky to see it and enjoy it to the fullest. I wonder how many really enjoy seeing snow falling. Many folks just curse as they know in the next couple of days snow is going to freeze and then things start to get slippery. I guess by now people who really understand me know where I going with this paragraph. Those who don’t understand me, my way of writings, please don’t bother to read any further. I am sorry you are not going to enjoy anything here. You can go to other pages in Xanga which will give you enjoyment now. Once you grow up and experience life very well I am sure you will return to my sight as truth is all I can tell.
Anyway I saw a picture from NASA where it said the title of this poem. Kinda spent sometime looking the magnificent picture. Then I wrote this poem.
Keep warm folks, those who love snow and cold, oh yeah I don’t need to tell ya what you should do.

Click on the picture to see the full sized picture.

Nursery Of Stars.

It’s a dreamless night I spent,
With a twitch deep in my soul you left,
O narrow is not the mind of mine,
Not to return what painted with your love, you gave.

Tried to be a singer but no music I can write,
To be a painter I tried, but no colors can be seen,
In the light from you eyes came.
Tried to be a hunter of treasures unknown,
To give you in every care from childhood I learned,
Oh no treasure I found upon which my love I can bind.

Oh’ to mother nature I looked and whitest clouds she gathered,
Into it bound the whispers of all my care she merged,
And took it to the place you lived and showered,
Ah’ the umbrella of misunderstandings kept you dry.

The sky is clear but we are far,
Sad thoughts eclipse minds from sights so near,
But deeper in mind still the twitch you left I feel,
Oh’ from mind so fragile but agile still I search,
What to give you, which, with my love I can paint.

As nothing I have for anyone to love,
No colors seen in what for you I painted.
No stars in the day anyone can see,
But fill your mind leaving darkness behind,
Stars birthed in the love of mine to you.

January 4, 2010 5:01 PM

First Monday Of 2010

This is the first Monday of this year. I am not going to rant here. Most of the new Xanga posts I have seen don’t concern me at all. Lot of people subscribe to me but I don’t know if they enjoy my post or get depressed by my post or not. hehehe.
Here are some of the latest pictures.

Watching Packers Play…and when they play well is awesome

Internet And Football On T.V. What more I can ask for? Click on the picture to see the full picture

I need a makeover after being sick for so long

Have a good day and a wonderful week ahead folks.

January 3, 2010 8:47 PM

Hooded

Hooded

In the cold of winter; trying to hide from Nature

January 1, 2010 5:16 PM

The Fire Starters

Happy New Year everyone. woo hoo one more year went away. A year in which more bad than good took its marathon run. For many people it is just another step, in fact it is a step that taught most of us great, great lessons. I strongly believe this is just a bad patch of time and soon things will be better than before it all turned bad. New Year day is a holiday that makes us all smile. Well in all honestly, it is just another day. Nothing changed only we the people feel a difference inside us which can be had everyday. See every day is a new day. Everyday one can have this new feeling as everything is new on every given day. People just imagine things, assume things, predict things and expect things. When it all don’t happen in the way they want, all will look for things to blame. In fact there is nothing to blame. That’s the way things are supposed to happen on that piece of time.

This poem The Fire Starters, took nearly 2 weeks to write. I had this feeling in my mind which I tried my best to express in words. Well read it then you will know that I was not 100% successful in getting it all out into words. Please feel free to point out any mistakes or things you don’t understand properly. Here it is

The Fire Starters.

The wild fires through the jungle flared,
As everything on the ground flames consumed,
Further and further to the edges flames came,
And then deeper and deeper flames went.

The darkness of nights none can see,
Over the mountains and through the valley,
The flames took its Olympian run,
The wind in all directions took the flame.

Burning through all living, burning down all that stood gray,
Big and small, colored and colorless, the flames consumed,
And the monster smokes like giants in the dark, danced,
Through the air, covering even the noon time sun.

Winds first like an old witch near a pyre blown,
Then the warmth of the fires made winds on its own,
Through the jungles like veins in a body the fires grown,
Ashes and dusts through air to far away lands flown.

The flames through all corners of jungle passed,
And every ways in ashes erased,
Oh’ what wonders once in depths stood,
Now in warm winds from all sides came, all around flown.

The ones though with unclear minds started the fire,
Not knowing how fast and fiery the fire can move,
Now none knows what through their minds passed,
As paths to each other in their own fires erased.

A hope among the ashes and dust up in the air flown,
That as prayers all through the charred trees echoed,
All the green the flames in fury burned,
Will fertilize the lands into new born growth.

The sun from the horizons left, leaving night victorious,
The flames maybe gone and the winds upon the mounts rested,
The valley still bright in some unknown light laid,
And through every paths known and unknown the light spread.

The light guided the streams back to the valley,
And the prayers answered as new sprouts from ashes arose,
Oh’ flames and heat can burn to ashes all lovely lives,
But the soul of this jungle remains untouched by any flames we know.

The depth of the jungle knows no heat,
Though flames of fires even deeper roots burned,
In the depth only light remained, light that came out of no fire,
That light never will fade even when everything is burned beyond roots.

December 30, 2009 8:58 PM

No Regrets

I recently saw one of my friend here actually blocked me. I asked him why he blocked me and got a reply that some women complained to him that I went from his site and commented on their posts which they think are inappropriate. Let me tell this, I might’ve joked at those pages or posts if someone had problems they should have told that. I know couple of people who told me they didn’t like the tone of my comments and I apologized to them. Now to those who don’t want to directly deal with me… Whatever I said is appropriate and those women deserve it. Now to that guy whom I called a brother… I replied to a message from my other site. I would’ve asked the person what he said and should have done a bit of investigation before blocking. BlueMoon you need to prove to me you are worth being called a friend and a brother. I know who I am and those who truly cares know who I am very well.
In all honesty, those people I made fun of are hypocrites. They are not worth visiting or visiting my site.

December 27, 2009 9:41 PM

The Cuckoo’s Friend-Audio Version.

This is a poem called The Cuckoo’s Friend taken from my book Age Of Survival. Now this poem went through an eveloution before it made it to the book. The first version is in this post The Cuckoo’s Friend and you can see it is not as big as the final version that made it to the book. So understand, the poems you see here are all a draft version the final one that will make it to my published book may change a lot. In this audio version, when I edited and added the background music the last word cannot be heard fully. There was a better version of this audio file. But looks like that’s gone as Imeem became part of myspace. I received an email from Imeem saying they will make all audio available as soon as possible. So her it is

Here is the Text of the final version from the book Age Of Survival-Collection Of Poems.

The Cuckoo’s Friend

I’ve heard the cuckoo sing,
What the wind said about the mind,
“In a valley amid snow capped mounts,
Where the gardens always is filled,
With flowers that never dies,
Where a dancer always dances,
To the beat of the heart that follows her footsteps,
Filling the inner walls of the mind.”

That in turn fills every corner of me,
Peace and harmony unheard to mankind.
A dreamer who walked out of a dream,
A walker who fell and crawled,
A lover who loved, loving and forever will love,
Listening to the friendly cuckoo who don’t look at me,
But keeps on singing what always keeps my mind at peace.
Those Unheard Words.

Oh’ captivated heart remained,
In sheer magnificence of the beauty,
Inside and outside, perfection in congregation,
She held my senses known and unknown, prisoner,
And all definitions at bay remained,
Perplexed but bowed in shyness,
Of the passions felt inside.

A dreamer inside conceived,
Filled in were the passions,
But murdered before birth,
Love remains an unclaimed corpse.
For the material ear, unheard words.

©LonelyPoet

December 26, 2009 10:31 PM

Nymphomaniac

Hope everyone is doing fine out there, it is cold where I am, very cold. So I am near a fireplace. The snowing stopped couple of hours back and I see another 3 inches of pure white stuff on the drive way. Cleaning it up is my job. I decided to break my back tomorrow morning than tonight. I thought of going for a movie but decided to stay at home when I got into my truck, the empty light popped up. Kinda gave me a negative feeling, so I thought I can rest tonight so the feeling goes away and take life as it happens tomorrow.
Many people are leaving for different places now for new year celebrations. I am not going anywhere in fact I may not go out on New Year eve at all. I would rather let the new year celebrated around me than celebrate in the New Year.

Now the audio file. This is from my book Age Of Survival which of course many of you know was published in 2006. I recorded the first version for giving it to a friend who requested it. For some reason which I don’t remember now, I never gave the file to anyone. The background was added later from MusOpen. Hope you all enjoy it.
Keep warm folks. We have some brighter days ahead of us. Lets just rest well to be busy in them.

December 26, 2009 5:17 AM

The Garden Of Love-Audio Version.

The Audio version of one of my poem The Garden Of Love. These audio files were all in Imeem. Now it became MySpace. All evening I was sitting and trying to figure out if I lost any of my backups. So that pretty much consume half of my night too. Anyway folks I will upload the rest of the files tomorrow. It is not that pleasant to listen to as my voice is really horrible. But if you are familiar in watching me on XangaTV or BlogTV shows only then you will love it. hehehe. For your information the back ground music is Vivaldi – Spring from the Four Seasons, Allegro. This piece of music is taken from MusOpen website.