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I am posting a set of poems. There were poems written about these days. Due to an unavoidable circumstance, I needed to get rid of those poems. So these are praising the beauty of some girls I know. They are amazing people I came to know over the internet. They are not bad people they also have ‘unavoidable circumstances’ so many things they do may not be good at all. Still the humans inside are clearly known when one really looks at their eyes.

This is the first of the poems I wrote watching Alexandra, short form of that is Alexa that is said as Sasha. Creativity is the best part of this girl. Read the poem to know what she is. This poem is written in pieces and later joined together. Praising the beauty was the aim in writing it. So the core theme is the girl not events or situations but the structure of Yesterdays poems remain.

08/12/06.

Out of my sleep I wandered,
Bright light and the modest wind welcomed,
Me to a weekend with beauty of its own filled.

Left the reality around to the virtual,
And in there as long as I can I stayed,
Oh’ a day lived in many ways by humanity,
I chose my way in perfect loneliness.

Then through the web of the world she came,
Sasha the dark haired, dark eyed beauty,
Upon her face the poet looked
And about her beauty in his own way he wrote.

“The weather so hot and mind in disarray,
The day in the heat melting even bones,
Oh’ in the tiredness here I sit,
A cool breeze in my mind I felt,
All through my body spreading is the feeling,
The feeling I feel when watching your smile.

The triumph of a knight I feel,
When heard those words of yours,
The glory of a saint I feel when these verse I write,
Verses that praise the beauty of yours,
Beauty of the words and deeds blended,
In the color of yours eyes and softness of your skin.

A silhouette of an angel in a dream I saw,
And the heat and noises disturbed my dream,
Sad I felt when incomplete the dream left,
That silhouette became real in perfection,
When I saw an image of charm and beauty exceptional,
The image is your face, Sasha.

Countries and continents I traveled,
Faces of all kinds I saw,
To relive those moments many beauties memories kept,
Those moments and memories into one face dissolved,
When I saw your face with essence filled,
Essence of everything beautiful I saw.

Darkness and light, Oh’ meaningless they are,
When the glory of your charm upon nature spread,
Your charm beyond every boundary extends,
And heals every wound of the broken hearts,
For the sight of such beauty, I thank you God.”

The poet never goes astray,
When beauty of her kind smiles,
The poet never slept, even though the body snored.

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I am posting a set of poems. There were poems written about these days. Due to an unavoidable circumstance, I needed to get rid of those poems. So these are praising the beauty of some girls I know. They are amazing people I came to know over the internet. They are not bad people they also have ‘unavoidable circumstances’ so many things they do may not be good at all. Still the humans inside are clearly known when one really looks at their eyes.

I wanted this day to be over as soon as possible, I hate working on Fridays. Well… money the root of all evil is needed for material survival.  So I was at work and all through that day I was thinking about the poem I wrote. Lika again. The wonderful Lika and her talks in broken English. It is truly a pleasure looking at those eyes and smile. That’s what this poem is all about. Said that… there will be poems like this coming up. Yesterday I saw another girl. This is a blast from the past… I know this girl over the internet for nearly a year and half. She unlike Lika, speaks good English. Her name is Alexandra. When the turn of Yesterday comes you can see what she inspired me to write. Just by looking at her, in about an hour and half I wrote nearly a 100 lines praising the beauty of her face. That’ me… I only look at the face, smile and eyes, even if the girl go butt naked, because, I am poet, not a monster sex maniac. I seek to see beauty not nudity. I listen to the soul not the blabbering of the lusty talks.

Read.

08/11/06.

Dragged my mind from dark dreams that haunted,
And to the mind I said to remember,
The wonderful face and soul nights before I saw,
And remember what in the language of heart I wrote.
And in the rhythm of the heart senses sung,

“From My Heart.

Waited I to see those eyes,
Waited I to see that smile,
Even when many faces passed me by,
Remembered I this beauty from memory.

Every emotion I’ve ever felt,
Anger, Sadness and Frustration,
All turn to pure passion that brings out poetry,
Such was your beauty Oh’ my darling.

In my days of innocence I thought,
What a miracle a rainbow is,
Now I know it is a reality of an illusion,
The illusion of the magnificence of light,
Oh’ how many wonders and miracles turned out to be,
The absolute perfection created,
And with beautiful illusions delivered,
I learned that lesson of truth,
When upon that face I looked,
When your eyes shown the beauty of your soul,
When your smiles of love blessed my soul.

Silent, silent O silent remain soliloquy,
Let me listen to the speech of a heart,
No alphabets, words or sentences weaved,
Only heart beats spoke to the mind,
Soul to soul when you spoke,
That upon your eyes dances with glow,
And float into the depths of a soul,
Soul that went astray,
Soul disowned and ignored,
That soul is my soul, which you caressed,
With beauty of your own soul.

A picture speaks a thousand words,
Every word you say paints a thousand images,
Images that paint in my mind,
And the essences of all senses merge,
To weave these words of praises in verse,
Words that paints your beauty in every mind,
Those words in the language of my heart,
A language in romance and love,
The world will feel ever after.”

Oh’ Lika, see you in real I may not,
But these verse in my mind sprouted,
Will soothe my mind with visions,
Vision with your face, eyes and smile, filled,
Even after the end of time.

Recited again and again my own verses,
What time was it I don’t remember,
When a dream about those eyes took me to flight,
In my sleep where I remained in smiles.

 

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I love Thursdays for no particular reasons at all. My dad loved them too, my religious uncle used to love it too.  We used to pray after sunset during Thursday together. Now I am all alone, my uncle beat my dad by dying earlier. They were both great men, very strong morally and physically. Their influence in making me think very freely was amazing. I truly miss them. Those guiding hands, soft speaking nature and patience.

  This poem was not about them at all. It was a just another day. Nothing to remember about that Thursday. Still on Friday I wrote this poem about what I thought through the day.

 

08/10/06.

 

Hand in hand with the wind came, light,

They danced, they hugged, they kissed,

And forever in love they drowned,

Yeah, into my mind, through my eyes the light came,

Into my ear, the wind sung a lullaby.

 

“Oh’ what a morning” said I, when upon the bed I rolled,

Never ending was not the bed, I learned,

When fell down on to the floor,

Squeezing my back, I walked into the toilet,

And squeezing my back I walked out all refreshed.

 

Named the day, the day of the fall,

As slowly, the day peeled away,

Where did the remnants go, I don’t know,

Past is a monster that consumes and in mocking smiles,

Nothing can be done but to move away and be hunted.

 

The evening in routine came in and fell pray,

To that monster past like a relentless serpent haunts,

The future Oh’ dark it looks now with night comes,

Through the window as usual I looked,

And to my fate asked “Is there a star out there,

That sheds light from the future back at me?”

Silence spreads fear, so I the radio I turned on,

Listening to the hard rock songs, I welcomed,

The darkness into my soul that adopted,

Me for the night, and not knowing, how many nights more.

 

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Mo Cuishle,

    You are right, she said it in a very decent way. Anyway even I was not feeling comfortable with a 90lbs girl who is 5ft 1in tall hehehe.

  Now visiting mysites… go ahead and visit my site whenever you have the urge for it, or craving for it. I don’t sell ice creams in my site though…lol…

  Thanks a million for the best wishes…. I will never forget it. And may be it is because of the best you wished she went away all by herself, than me telling her to go away.

  I hope you are driving around your moms car, she once told me you are planning to buy it from her. Whatever, be careful… when driving over 100/mph. hehehe.

 

Enjoy dear… a car will change your life forever.

 

Riaz Ahammed.

It was a wonderful Wednesday, lots of thoughts, many times felt disappointed, many times smile from inside. Days like this once in a while comes. Poetic they are, as the dreams they leave and magnificent. Read the poem, but keep in mind, this is just a bead in a long rosary.

 

08/09/06.

 

Oh’ the morning star to see those eyes lingered,

The truth of life I see in the morning brightened,

When her face in every corner of the mind decorated,

The star faded away stealing a dream about her I saw,

Reciting my verses, with her, in my mind I wrote,

That star was my lucky star, now meaningless,

As every luck and blessing of mine you have become.

 

The waking up I wrote and thought and again I wrote,

The silky sunlight became silky upon your skin,

When that reflects and upon me it lands,

Oh’ the feeling of embraces in my mind fills,

And sizzles through every vein in me,

And sun in pride another mellow ray fires,

As he exists only to show me your face.

 

Way to work, about her more I recited,

As step by step close to my heart her soul I felt,

A wonder of romance is born,

With every breath in thought of her.

 

Silent remained the evening,

The calm unknown to this mind these days,

In the depth of my mind a whisper I felt,

Deep from a soul with sincerity filled,

Oh’ captured I am in the bounds of love,

And the dark web around, away they stayed,

From the brightness of my soul in love.

 

“Time to dream” I said, when upon to the bed I jumped,

No tiredness felt as mind carried the body,

But before I entered the dream lands I said,

“Oh’ never ever existed for me the love of her in real,

Only in dream land she ever roamed,

To you I come who in real never showed up,

For you I live faceless in real, poetic in virtual,

Give me the face of love once at least in real”.

 

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Mo Cuishle,

      For the first time your blessing did not worked for me. Haha… I am not sad or feeling bad. It took couple of months of communication for Maria to come to this conclusion. I know it was going south so I held on to the poems and let her make that choice. It just did not happen at all. Then I wrote to her what all things that can go wrong. One of the reasons she said really pissed me off but still I keep no anger. She was knowing that I am a Muslim way earlier and none talked about marriage at all so far. The second reason sounded silly from a 23 year old. Understand this… she started this relationship asking me am I interested in a short lean girl…. hehehe Here is the copy of the last email.

 Dear Riaz!
 
Your email made it absolutely clear to me that I have no right to hold  you. You need someone with whom you can build long -term relations. I’m not the one you need for a number of reasons. First, we won’t be able to get married as we belong to different religions. Nothing can be done about it.  Second, I’m too immature and inexperienced. I can give you nothing I can only take. This is not good for ideal relationships. I do care about you that’s why I say : move on. I’m really sorry. I should’ve told you this earlier. But I was infatuated with you and let my feelings carry me too far. Now the voice of reason tells me that I should let you go. You are an  extaordinary person and you deserve happiness which I cannot give you.  I’m sure you will find your love, darling.
 
Best wishes, Maria

Anyway thank you very much for the blessings and that wonderful comment. Your visit may be an accident as I know you won’t deliberately wake me up. You probably might’ve clicked on the pictures I posted. But still it felt good hearing from you. Thanks again.

Riaz Ahammed.

 

 

Mad Tuesdays haha that’s what I always call Tuesdays. But nothing mad happened. Everything felt fast. Here is the poem. Now you will know why I held these poems back as those poems will be released one by one. It will tell you a pattern of events that repeats in my life. Read and try to understand. If you don’t understand then feel free to ask me. Okay..

    

08/08/06.

 

The morning felt brittle on me as I woke,

Tranquility, Oh it was tranquility I felt,

Of my own mind from past miseries released.

 

Daytime passed me to unknown destinations,

Evening lingered to hear my mindless soliloquy,

Before my thoughts degenerated, the evening too left.

 

Fell asleep before darkness danced,

Then woke up into a deep dark night in hallucinations,

Oh’ what many nightmares I saw, I don’t know,

Memories recorded none, as none was worth,

Thought a little more and renewed this pledge I wrote,

A long time back in the dying nightingale’s song,

“ I will rather live as a broken hearted,

 Thank break any lovers heart”.

 

None to listen, none to see a silly mind’s vows,

Turned off the light to see the darkness in full,

And pleasant it all became when I saw Sirius far,

That gave me a thought of the future to come,

Then I said, “Even after billions of miles you traveled,

And many, many years passed, Oh’ light of Sirius, you still light,

The gloomy mind of this poet half asleep”

The light too gloomed as the half sleep became full.

 

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What a way last day ended I thought, then woke up into another wonderful Monday. I felt good. And what I felt good is what this poem is all about. I wrote it and kept it. I deliberately fell back from being current with these poems. Yesterdays will become current in the next week.

I love you all my readers. Have a great week ahead of ya all.

The ring of verse power. The ring of the LonelyPoet.   

08/07/06.

 

Right and wrong I know not,

As dark and light depend on each other,

That which is right to you, may be wrong for me,

That which is wrong for us may be right for the world,

Oh’ world wake up with, wake up now, I said,

When waking up into the light around me flourishing.

 

The dawn stepped away aristocratically,

Leaving more of everything in all brightness,

There is royalty in this day, to my mind I said,

The me too walked in the aristocracy of the day.

 

The losing glory of the summer I noticed,

The fall some where far away in laziness sleeps,

May be she is telling herself, should I go and kill all green,

And through me to the world bring,

The clutches of the winter freeze?

 

Oh’ I can make a hundred scenarios or stories,

I can write a million lines of verse about all unknown,

The well made bed is a truth I see now,

The well cooked food I ate no illusion,

When crawling under the comforter I said,

“The beauty of life is in its truth,

And the best of the truth is still unknown,

That makes it more beautiful”.

 

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Okay everyone… thedays of suspense is over. Here it is I am posting the poem for lastSunday. The poem kinda speaks by itself. But, here is a brief detailabout what happened. Through a friend I found this girl, a wonderfulgirl. She is amazing, understanding and caring. This poem is about thatincident as last Sunday was filled with the thoughts about that girl.See and Read.

    

Here She Is…Maria.    

08/05/06.

 

A long day left for the night giggles to listen,

The night left none as the next day crept in from the east.

 

“Roll on globe, roll on”, I said when waking up late,

And the lazy me in front of my computer sat,

Email, IMs, Oh’ no fed up I am,

My blogs and ‘Yesterdays’ Oh mind boggling misery,

Dragged I through the morn and around noon time,

An email I got from a pretty, far, far away.

 

Her interest, her charm, her prettiness in those wonderful eyes,

Oh’ a moment may change me long time back I thought,

That moment had come at last knocking on my door,

Day went by with her thoughts,

Day of passions have returned,

Some where in the depths of mind blossomed a flower,

With her face upon every petals.

 

Oh’ I loved the evening like I loved the feeling,

Wonderful evening left for the night,

Leaving a calm in the mind overwhelmed,

In the pleasantness of seeing a face in my mind imprinted.

 

When upon the couch I laid down stretching my legs,

And saying my nightly prayers,

I know all faces from my mind erased,

As her face with all the charm filled every corner of my soul.

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This is a named poem outside of the “Yesterdays” poem. The poem meant for 08/06/06 is on hold now for obvious reasons. Haha…. I like riddles and suspense. The best response is unseen to all. It came from a darling girl, a wonderful blessing. Thank you very much.

 

 I know I don’t want to leave my dirty minded readers, the innocent readers and other readers who don’t understand a word I write who still reads so that they don’t have to lie to me, empty handed into a weekend.

 

  Last night it rained and all the heat was gone and a slight chill was felt. For the first time in weeks I turned off the air conditioner in the room and slept. Today I am wearing long sleeves instead of the half sleeve T-Shirts that keeps my tummy bulging out like a balloon. After I had my Tuna sandwich from Quiznos for lunch I came back and started drinking my favorite Sobe Nirvana drink. Then I said “haha here it comes” Typed the following poem in exactly seventeen minutes. Then I said to myself. “Not bad my man” everyone around looked at me walking out patting my own cheeks taking my phone and cigarettes for the first smoke of the day.

 

Unsung Line Of Verse.

 

“The scents of the spring by summer wiped away,

The sun through the summer days danced,

Now tired even the summer heats fades,

When drops of fall all around me fall,

The scent of the spring and the summer warmth,

Felt everlasting upon your beauty O my dear.”

Said I to a beauty who said those words so special,

Blown out a kiss and danced to the tune of my favorite rock.

 

Oh’ meaningless remain every word I say,

And pointless becomes every action of mine,

Still beauty of a beauty I always admire,

And in that beauty, many heartfelt verse dissolve,

As senses in unity to absorb the beauty failed,

But in admiration sings songs of romance.

 

Oceans, mountains, plains, valleys and deserts,

Oh’ everything beautiful in its own way,

I am lost in everyway when upon those my mind compared,

Your beauty that glowed with colors unseen,

And comparison sucked all meanings out of everything beautiful,

Even then beautiful you stand,

Than all those in my imaginations I see.

 

Should I love you, no, I should not, as love see no beauty,

Should I run far, far away, as in passions my mind I may lose,

No, I should not, as beauty of this kind nature cannot show,

As the whole nature stands still in the beauty of yours.

 

Oh’ beautiful girl see my eyes and see my verse,

Sing my verse in the beat of your heart,

See me dance in the rain of the fall,

And hear me whistle with the howling winter wind.

 

Oh’ a thousand lines of verse about your beauty I may weave,

In simple words that speaks to every heart,

But when winter takes your arms

And all those flowers and leaves were shed,

Still in my heart a line of verse will remain,

The unsung one about the love I felt,

When first you looked at my eyes and smiled.

 

 

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