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The weekend went away like the click of my hand. That’s what happens inthis season. There are times I think if every moment of life is likethis when people are all in a cheerful mood and in a very sharing mood.Life always is like this and many people don’t realize it easily. Thereare those who know this fact and enjoy every bit of it to the fullest.I admire them and most of the time I imitate them. May the glory oflife be bestowed upon them always!

Now what is this I have written here? It was written as a gift to afriend. It was supposed to be put to music by Marco Avalos.Unfortunately both I and Marco missed this girl these days. When Iwrote this I know Marco will find it hard to get a tune for the wordsas my words are not musical. I know this because, when I first startedwriting it was lyrics that I tried to write and in the process Ilearned that musicians will find it hard to get tunes for my words.Marco never put music to these words as first of all we don’t have anycontact with the girl, second he don’t have lot of time. In theoriginal lyrics it was the name of the girl I used instead of “MyDarling” as she is no longer in touch with me or Marco I thought itwill be inappropriate for me using her name without her permission.

Enjoy.

MyDarling.

From far, far away my mind thrives for you,
To see those eyes, to hear those words from you,
Beauty that all kinds of perfection defines,
And glow in every way in purity divine.

The essence of all happiness in this world,
Life of every hope in this world,
In the liveliness of those eyes resides,
And the pained in your beauty confides.

Oh’ so long I was thinking about you,
So long I was thinking about you,
I was thinking about you O My Darling.

The flame upon every heart that you spread,
When seen your eyes, in my mind happiness spreads,
And to my mind I say,
Calm down now, without a sway.

Candles, colors, balloons and creams,
None can hide your soul that streams,
Passions my mind, absorb and writes,
And for your arrival my mind waits,

Oh’ so long I was waiting for you,
So long I was waiting for you
I was waiting for you O My Darling.

In the gloom of life for lucky stars I searched,
No way any of them, my life fetched,
All blessings to my life came,
But unloved and uncared, shadow of truth life became.

Every way the unloved life stretched,
To find peace of mind I again searched,
From darkness to my life you came,
The true warrior angle you became,

Oh’ So long I was looking for you,
So long I was looking for you,
I was looking for you O My Darling.

So long I was thinking about you,
So long I was waiting for you,
So long I was looking for you, O My Darling.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM.
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I live a fantasy life some days and a very material life inother days. This day is a material day, the problem with material days is Iwill not be able to write much at all. The fantasy life (though I call it thatway) is much more spiritual. Then there are total spiritual days, in fantasyand spiritual days I write well. I tried to write something today mmm nothingcame out.

    Well to say whatwent on this day… it started of with my admiration to this lady. FromHead Scarf to Army Cap In this turbulent times when Muslims are looked atwith hate. She is serving in the armed forces. She is great example to everyone,to stand her ground and be herself.  Iwish her and her family all the best.

  Yesterday a news that came out after a studyin Africa that became a topic of talk betweenmany men. Circumcision Reduces The Risk Of Getting HIV By Half. I sent the newslink to my friends with this message “Cut It Off… hehehehe” I got a replyfrom my friend Deepak who know I am Circumcised he said this
“I think so man…………………….Chop your balls offalso……………..Take no chances.. “ hahaha. Well to all the men who areout there doing FRCS(Fucking Round The Country Side) do whatever it takes toavoid getting HIV. That’s all I can say. 

Preparation forholidays are amazing, I go to a mall almost everyday to take a walk around. Oh’boy who said no body is buying anything. The Crossgates Mall here is full andeveryone is carrying big bags with them. So if retailers come out with badnumbers after this season that will be big bullshitting from their side. 

This Poem: Written thinking about Alexandra after missingher for sometime when she went for vacation. I don’t even know that if she isdead or alive. She probably got abducted by aliens. Otherwise she would’vecontacted me someway. Well this poem was written long time back and was postedin LonelyPoet.Org. As I don’t want to leave my readers empty handed I amposting it in here exclusively.

You all have a wonderful weekend.

InMemory Of A Face.

 The throbs of the heart I feel,
To see a face familiar,
Though unseen in real and mostly unknown,
That face erase from mind not.

She is the factor that unifies,
The scattered life of a soul,
Oh’ buried deep in my heart,
Verses that praise the beauty of her soul.

Every moment begins with a wish,
Every moment lives in passions,
And every moment end in prayer,
To see her soon, other than in my mind’s visions.

Meaningful it all will become,
When that face I see,
Though at times unbearable,
The pain of waiting I will endure.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

There was a report from ICMR (Indian Council For Medical Research) thatin a study conducted among Indian men in Mumbai and New Delhi (twomajor Metropolitan cities in West and North India) condoms manufacturedaccording to International standards are too big for these men. JayLeno made fun of this situation and from many Indian men a lot ofprotest came. Many Indian guys hate me for exploiting this situation. Isent the same article that came in Reuters and Associated press to someof my friends telling this “Why North Indian Women Like South IndianMen”. I am from the southern most tip of India where people arepredominantly of Dravidian origin, who don’t have any problem dealingwith condom size of International Standards. But an American guy afterreading the report wrote this “India is not a region which I would sayhas an under-population problem, I suspect their size is fine”. Whichis also true and I agree with David. However I never claimed size isproblem in reproduction. What I said was, size is something NorthIndian women like and as a South Indian man I have first handexperience with North Indian women. Haha.

  Now it came to my attention that the South Indian MusicianA.R.Rhman’s three songs are short listed for Oscar Nomination. He isone of my favorite Musicians from India. I will be eagerly watchingthis year’s Oscar Nominations to see if those songs makes it to thefinal five. Good Luck Rahman.

This poem: There are lots of people who asked me why I love cold when Icomplained that there is no snow and ice in this warm December. Thereis something I want to tell but I just don’t have the courage to speakin first person. There are times I open up a bit more when I amspeaking about someone else. That someone else never took a name. Maybe I may try more of these kinda poems. This poem is written from twodifferent experiences from two different eras. There is a fictitiouspart blended into it. Enjoy the poem.

Morning on a December day bloomed,
And mind in a day that gone past lingered,
Memories like the morning dew faded,
And mind back to the warm December day dragged.

This morn lost its meaning in its entirety,
When what he felt around resembled a bad spring morn,
Did life’s negativity nature borrowed?
Or is this part of a curse from his wild youthful days?

Neglected he many man eaters,
Who all beyond color, colorlessness and culture,
Buried morality and conscience for the pleasures of life,
And in the illusions of pride scattered like moths.

Among them came a sanctified soul,
Whom he lost among dirty minds and his own ignorance,
From that day all that he dreamt and wished,
All realized subterranean and burned away,
Deep in the furious fires of mother earth,
Than as beautiful flowers blossom,
In the garden of love in seventh heaven.

Oh’ every pretty face seen,
Every word of care and love heard,
Sprouts at least a dream in his mind,
Then when that dream burn in the fires, unrealized,
He feels the heat all around and deep inside.

Winter cold gives him a bit of comfort,
From all the heat he feels all around,
So for bitter cold every moment he pray,
Even when the unloved heart burns deep inside,
But in this winter even that prayer went unanswered.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

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I have seen a ghost, Nicole Richie, dang what in the world happened tothat girl? It is not a question of what she don’t have, the question iswhat does she want. She seems to be the classic case of failedparenthood. There is no direction for these kids. They don’t know whatto do and they just don’t listen to anyone because of some stupidpride. Forget about this celebrity girl. There are a lot of commonerswho ends up like her. Both girls and boys. In all honesty, most of theparents of these kinda kids were not ready to be parents in the firstplace. They themselves were immature adults. They don’t know what todo. Between video games, movies, alcohol and drugs sex is just anotherpleasure. They don’t know what to do with the end result. Society havebecome a calamity. That’s all I can say. To end this I can say, If youare not ready to face and take responsibility of the consequence ofyour own action, it is better for you to tie your own hands and legsand lie down until you are ready to take responsibility. Otherwise, youwill end up seeing your own children like a ghost. To see what thatghost may look like. Just look at the picture of Nicole Richie.

The Poem
A poem first written on September 20th with the name of a girl. I firstposted this poem in LonelyPoet.Org on the very next day. Even when Iwas writing this poem looking at her I know this is a total misfit forthat situation as there was someone else in my mind. I couldn’t finishthis poem in the way I wanted and I did not got any connection at allbetween the paragraphs. I left the poem in there giving and explanationthat there is no connection between the paragraphs as these are justexpression looking at the material beauty of a girl. In the last oneweek I am going back and correction a lot of mistakes I made in thelast couple of years. Especially while writing. Well that’s what I domost of the time. I write it, then leave it for sometime and then goback and rewrite it correcting mistakes. Enjoy the poem.

ADarling Who Glorified My Soul

The streams flow, filled with giggles,
And a lone bird in the rhythm sang,
As if in soliloquy the bird sang,
Then when saw me in view,
Stopped the singing and in silence at me looked,
In that silent look a question implied,
“What glorifies your mind so well”
To that bird I said, “A soul well blessed,
A character sanctified,
A beauty in my mind grows,
More beautiful day by day,
Who holds every sense of mine,
Who defines the glory of all stars in the sky,
By her name the world may call her,
I call her the darling of my soul”.

The bird left for his nest for his nightly rest.
With her thought I walked away,
And in my bedtime prayers remembered I,
To pray for her happiness, everlasting through my own.

Woke up I in the morn,
And my breakfast I tried to eat,
The strawberries, cream and cereal, not tasted good at all,
The omelet and pancakes I tried,
They tasted like shredded paper,
The honey and vanilla tea tasted,
Like plain old spring water,
Nothing I know will taste sweet anymore,
As the sweetness of her lips I felt,
In a dream last night I saw.

Words into lines I weave,
Through which I want your image in the words I write,
Oh’ every letter owes its life to you,
Every word and line reflects your beauty,
And every time into your eyes I look, I feel,
Pen and paper for the touch of my hand yearns.

Time like an ocean spread,
And through the universe stretch,
But why he to me comes afresh often,
The perplexed me asked,
The only answer I figured,
Every time your face I see,
The beauty my mind feel,
In that feeling and touch of your beauty,
Even the good old time youthful become,
In the everlasting youthfulness of yours.
When you bite your lips,
And in sweet tone you speak,
And every move you make,
Oh’ all are material beauty,
With pleasure I and everyone else watch,
But the spirit of your soul I feel,
Through me spread into everything my senses can feel,
And my soul and spiritual being carried,
In a flight through every corner of the universe I know,
The undying soul will always remain,
Intoxicated in the passions felt,
When seeing the eyes of yours.

Mother nature paints a picture,
With colors of all kinds,
The falling leaves and the drizzling clouds animates,
Feeling of passions in my mind,
But then with closed eyes I looked,
And saw my own mind with your face filling,
Oh’ then the wind caressed my lips,
And echoed into my ears the song of the soliloquist,
“Those lips in your mind you see I kissed,
And fulfilling your wish I left the scent upon yours.”

Though all around for the bird I searched,
No sign of him in the freezing nature I found,
The only thought that remained in my mind, said,
The wind upon seeing the love she triggered in you,
Indeed told the truth in the voice of the bird,
As every move of her, only glorified your soul, a little more.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

A weekend started so weird and boring and ended with a blast. I cameback to my room at 4:00AM in the morning. When I lied down to sleep Iknow my mind said “Haha that was good” The details are too complicatedand got good, bad and dirty part of a human life.

There are a lot of people pissed off because I blocked them out. Thefunny fact is the block was only for 10 days and I unblocked all ofthem. Those who counter blocked me are the ones who liked my writings alot. To them, I like you all in the same way you liked me. I don’tchange as I am way past the age of changing. Then there are others whocome in here not knowing what this is all about. Oh’ boy, they will notsleep for at least one night after the confusion they read.  Don’tworry this is just a mid age crisis, it will go away in time. Thenthere is one person who leaves a footprint in here just for me to know,that person was here and read my post. That is one footprint which willremain in my heart. It is with that thought I woke up on this mildwintry Monday morning.

 Well… Monday morning was good. I woke up late andas usual I reached work late. I thought I am not going to writeanything new for couple of days as I am working on finishing some oldstuff. Then I saw this Black And White picture of someone. I neverthought I may write a poem like this about her. Still, I can’t stopbeing a poet and the poet found no reason not to write what felt.

ATouch Forever.

Sound, the notes and pitches that fills,
The material being and the spirits,
And in enchantment blesses every moment of life.

Smell, the feeling that words cannot describe,
No other sense can in the depths of soul touch,
Like the smell of her flowery skin.

Taste, sweet or sour or in the mix of spices,
No other feeling can kill the hunger,
But taste can’t kill the hunger of soul.

Touch, Oh’ every touch wakes up a billion thoughts,
And dances through mind and soul,
And sprout dreams when the conscious mind sleeps.

Sight, it is a blessing that always wonders,
Where all the sense in sync merges,
As even dreams can only be seen.

When sight is the only sense that can be used,
From the depths of mind all senses in perfection simulates,
The material being of a perfect beauty,
That left a touch in soul, that forever will remain.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

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Thanks and have a wonderful weekend.

LonelyPoet.

Environmentalists and Politicians grind their teeth,
When warmth caress their cheeks in a winter morn,
Blessed many feel when sun lashes through the white clouds,
Bird-less and leafless, trees in confusion stands.

The roads are not empty but faces are with gloom filled,
The wrong around the world is not in weather alone,
But in perceptions, opinions and principles of uncaring minds,
Oh’ some even hold a gun in their hand for peace of mind.

Thanksgiving meals have digested,
Holidays knocking at the door with jingle bells,
How many even care to kiss each other?
When love must be packed in colorful packages.

The year when preparing to say goodbye,
At the pathetic panic of the people look,
Shopping what they need and mostly what they don’t need,
And with a cheerful mind walk back home.

This world has changed and how many knows,
That the world doesn’t need any of you,
And to this beautiful world once more unkind we look,
And most in one voice say “Life sucks”.

Still this globe carries all with care,
Even when lava boils deep inside,
And when everyone celebrate a birthday,
Without singing any birthday song
For the one born on Christmas day.

Oh’ the world has changed, the world has changed,
Where plants and animals by extinction consumed,
And humans consumed by their minds evolution,
From species of intelligence to species of degeneration.

When wars and jihads are fought with none winning,
When corruption and manipulation drowns the truth down,
Minds not evolved still as precious stands,
And deep in each other sees the soul of each other,
And walks hand in hand unknown to most others,
But known to the spirit of the world as the reason,
For the inspiration of Sun to rise in the east and set in the west.

I don’t know for how many people this may make any sense at all. It is a tough riddle.

Hopes so inappropriate once in mind lingered,
Oh’ they came when making wine from sweet grapes,
Though half way the inappropriate hopes were left out,
The barrels were kept away but never forgotten,
Now after the Earth hand gone around the sun,
The barrels are opened and wine will be served.

I am preparing a collection of poems called “Romantic Feelings” which will be a Amazon Shorts These poems were written in LonelyPoet.Org. None came there to read it. Now If Amazon allows me to publish them then you will see them. Otherwise somewhere in the dark parts of my hard drive it will sit there for ever.

Now what happened to this site. Those who commented and got accepted as friends are the real friends. When I call someone a friend that friend should stand by me. Otherwise there is no point in calling someone a friend. I told all of you that I expect comments on my works be it negative or positive it doesn’t matter, I want to know what my readers thinks. I opened up LonelyPoet.Com for comments where it is much more easier to find and comment on poems. One don’t even need to be a member of that site. Some people came in there initiallly then they also disappeared. From footprints I can see people visiting my xanga site but not LonelyPoet.Com. Still if you comment in LonelyPoet.Com I will comment in your site.

There are changes, the collection of poems called “Yesterdays” which I originally planned to write 365 poems will be reduced to 100 poems. I have already posted 54 of those poems in here as well as LonelyPoet.Com. Another collection which I thought of writing called “Characters” the whole project was abandoned. I will post here as well as in LonelyPoet.Com other poems.