Faceless Phantoms.

When the weather slowly gained warmth I know the poet in me is tryingto hibernate. Well not long enough…. here is a totally differentthought, long time back sometime in 2001 December, I was walkingthrough San Francisco with my colleague Mike Roberts. Mike wanted tobuy some soft toy for his little daughter and got into a store and Iwas standing outside talking to someone on the phone. I finished thecall and turned to get into the store. A woman dressed in all colorfuldress stopped me and said, “You know more of the next world than thisworld isn’t it?”

I looked at her and said, “yes I do, I am Riaz Ahammed, may I know yourname?” I finished by asking a question. She looked at me and said,”When all you have are questions about this world, what sense it makesknowing about the world after?”

I told her “Nights are always more blessed than days, this world is a day that blinds as from the eternal one”

Suddenly I realized what this is all about. So I asked, “Are you clairvoyant?” She said, “Yes”.


“If it is money you need, I don’t have much cash” I said to her, shesmiled and told me, “Dear man, I know you care shit about money and ifyou have you will give it to anyone in need, but I am not talking to youfor money” she held my hands, looked at my palms and then my eyes andcontinued, ” There is a dark force behind you, no, it is covering you,no easy for a woman like me to deal with, it is powerful, verypowerful, it is from a woman, far far away, far beyond mountains andwaters”
 
She let my hand down, turned and walked away. By this time Mike cameback and told, “you need a hooker, get a better one, that one is old” Ilaughed while taking a cigarette  I gave one to Mike too and we bothsmoked while walking to the bus stop where Mike should take the bus toMarine county where he lived. After he left, I walked back to theplace where I met the lady but my search was futile. I walked throughSan Francisco downtown for more than a year, everyday evening, be itcold, rainy, foggy, windy or sunny, never found that woman again. The day Ileft San Francisco was bizzare, but after I boarded the plane I said inmy mind, “Oh’ man what are you going into” then I smiled and said”prepare to face the dark force, maybe you will find a lucky charm that can help you.”
 
There was no internet when I woke up earlier today so I just sat andlistened to music. I remembered what I wrote above at that time I said, yes, there is a dark force around me, I cannot defeat it, I cannotpersuade it, I cannot love it. Only someone else can break that darkforce around me. Who? How? I don’t know, maybe it may never happen.Then I came here after I got my internet connection back. Saw a post,then I watched a lot of T.V, browsed many websites, good, bad and naaaI am not a dirty man to go to soft porn sites.hehehe…. I used to, nowI am too old for that too. hehehe. That post kinda haunted me the restof the day then I wrote what I wrote above, then I wrote what is below.

Have a great day everyone.

Faceless Phantoms.


The phantoms of a long lost memories erased,
By the pathos of reality that still lingers,
And shows mocking faces at weeping souls.

How much loved can’t be described,
Words strung together like in a rosary,
But none of the verses in spirit filled,
O forgot I that rosaries don’t meditate,
The one who turns does, but forgot,
To meditate in the love meant to the one.

How many verses said, I don’t remember,
How many ways pursued, don’t matter now,
All ended only at one point in the universe,
You heart in constant beating erased,
Rest of the ways and any other language,
Other than the language of love,
Language, only by your soul understood.

The phantoms day by day lose their faces,
And my own face away I turn,
In directions not known,
But the magic in my heart you left,
Rises like the new day’s Sun,
Gaining glory in depths of life,
Meaningfully defined only by your presence.

O Sanam

No poem from me and there won’t be much coming your way for sometime unless some idea should come and hit on my head like a tornado. Well, I am working on the last part of Tess but I decided to rewrite it, straightening some of my own thoughts about it. There is only person who will truly understand how twisted my mind can be now.
 Well I am not going to leave you all empty handed… watch the following video, watch it carefully, many people understood this video all wrong because the way the video was edited and put together. What is the theme of the video, what do you understand from it. Tell me when is the only time the girls face is fully shown. This is Lucky Ali’s Music Video of the famous song O Sanam. It is one of my favorite song.

The Failed Distractions.

This was supposed to be a post in prose, well it ended up as a poem.Well I don’t have a lot to say, read the poem and see if you can figureout what is going on.

The Failed Distractions


Listening to the brittle drops,
Shattering up on the blades of grass,
The T.V speaks its own language,
Imaginations in the depth of those events lost,
Though fictitious, mind filled in those fascinations.

Life comes not in the cheapest ways,
Always takes its toll in account of time,
And none could do anything about other than,
Say “damn it” and go back to listening.

Oh’ how wonderful it is to see and hear,
The nesting birds even in the spring who lost,
The warmth somewhere in the embraces of winter,
The old man who is still kissing the beauty,
Of the young and colorful spring.

Those little chirping birds show,
How to find ways through the given time,
Even when the paths are not fitting,
For barefooted ballet dancing.

Nothing ever brings to mind boredom,
As whatever happens is the moments truth,
Which is what is given for the moment,
Through the times and paths of life learned,
To take what’s given and never to wish,
For what’s not given or earned.

Easy it is not to be patient,
But with practice of nearly four decades,
Learned to cope with sadness that engulf mind.
Sadness, just another emotion like happiness,
Comes and goes at will in a passion filled mind.

In these days from all that have gone by,
Learned not to say “I don’t know”
If said, will be the worst crime,
Against the consciousness of oneself.

The days carry on through cycles,
That moves fast through time these days,
Still some wishes and dreams fight inside, undying,
The metaphors and smilies lay slaughtered,
As reality that dies not and heals not,
In time or with any knowledge and experience earned,
The truth remains as is, O dear, it remains,
That none of the distractions tried worked,
As I love you more than you and I can imagine.



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The Empty Fort

The Empty Fort


Dark are the stones of this fort,
Dark they become in time’s cruel games,
Some stone couldn’t stand the test of time,
And on the ground they have fallen, long time back.

Once the fort guarded lives of dreams,
Now it stands as a monument of those dreams,
Dreams that outgrown time, Yet still lingered,
All around the fort, invisible, yet heartfelt.

What magnificence once filled this fort,
Greatness never feared to distinguish,
But those who never felt the greatness,
All from the forces from outside extinguished.

Though the fort stands empty from inside,
The lingering air, the very air one breathe,
Fills in those great feelings so wonderful,
But succumb to the understanding,
All that felt, just a waste of time.


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The Hurting Thorns.

The Hurting Thorns.


The lingering mist whispered,
Into the heart of the bud,
“The hour to wake up and see,
Is kissing on your lips,
From that kiss time takes,
Scents that will fill the coming spring”

Wish eyes were slow enough to see the birth,
Of the first flower of a hope filled spring,
The running time pulled along the hopes,
To stretch beyond every image dreams can see,
Still the sprouting bud of rose brings,
A smile on face and a twitch in the heart.

Be it the cold of the long lost winter,
Or the naughty old wind that lashes fast,
Hey you shown the bold resilience,
To out grown in age with perfection you defined,
Still the beauty lingered like the mist,
And embraced heart erasing every bitterness of past.

Blossom O the symbol of my pleasantness,
Blossom my heart too in the colors of love,
Let the walls of crust that keeps you close fall,
And do not waver in the coming storms,
Hurting me with those little thorns,
Leaving a loving heart to bleed in pain.

Elton John – I’ve Seen That Movie Too



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Translation Of A Dream.

Translation Of A Dream.


An old man in the shade of a patio, sitting,
And listening to the warm summer rain,
Thunders cracking through old oak trees,
Furious for some unknown loses.

The old record playing mind soothing jazz,
Sax played the notes in perfect harmony,
Of the rain that tickles the soul deep,
The after noon sun too bathed,
In the pool made by the dancing rain.

The ebony tail of the English pipe stuck,
On The corner of his mouth leaving,
Smoke through the other side of the mouth,
Deep in thought, Oh wonder what he is listening,
The music from the record or the music of the nature,
Deaf he is not as nature sure reached his ears,
As for every thunders he shook like a dead leaf.

Though the records played one by one,
His mind far back in reverie,
About some days far back in his noon time,
Smiles through his face flashed,
And the lightings in counter point, joined,
But in the happiness of him that filled.
His soul and another soul he filled,
Which upon his smiles and still glowing showed,
No lightning, colors, rains or blossoms,
Of nature is in anyway a match.

The rain played on and on like a broken record,
And the evening lingered along with the rain,
Smile after smile filled the nature,
And none lived now who can understand,
As thirty years passed after he blew,
His hundredth birthday candle.
What a fulfilled life he lived,
With a candle in his heart lit,
By a darling girl in those noon time days.

The early night sleep left with the dream,
As darker and darker the night grown,
Still the echoes of the rain in mind’s ears stayed,
And a face in mind’s eyes still smiled,
And far away with all her loving naughtiness she stayed,
Still the very thought of her translated,
Every bit of the dream from subconscious to real,
That started the moment sleep and dream left.

Excerpts

I have finished editing the book. I never thought I will meet the deadline but I did. I added couple of poems in the end. In all there are 115 full poems in the book. Some poems none seen before. The book contains two sections, which are collection of poems written mostly in 2006 and 2007.  Yesterdays and Romantic Feelings. Here is what the collection of poems Yesterdays is all about

Yesterdays.

Months passed and rotted away,
Like tree leaves in Autumn days,
A winter passed and a spring bloomed,
Summer scared the spring days away,
And when warmth everywhere I feel,
The days and months passed,
All look like fairy tales told,
Heard and died away along with childhood days,
Still one face evergreen stays,
In mind, in the depths of soul,
Where in all honesty that face don’t belong.
Sixty days I will spent in my try to write,
In these days I will try,
To move through places, lives of people,
Through the good, bad, dirty and ugly,
Paths of life with only one aim,
Get rid of the face from my heart,
Once more through writing I will try,
To leave a loving feeling.

These are writings about those days,
Written a day after those days into past gone.

Did I succeeded in that try to get a face and all feelings I felt about that face out of my mind? Wait until the book comes out, spend some money and read all that I have gone through in that effort.

Here is what Romantic Feelings is all about

Romantic Feelings.

Mind to mind, mind went,
Gathered every feeling,
Every emotion from all those who shared,
Went through day to day events,
To connect to minds that spent,
In the ordinary paths of cities,
And the country gravel roads.
Where life flourished in pains,
Laughs, outbursting anger,
Sheer frustrations and audacity to write,
Write about it all in the eyes of a lover,
So here I dedicate my writings to all who loved,
Who love and will love, my romantic feelings.

Hope you all enjoy the book when it comes out… Have a great week ahead all of you.

A Ballerina’s Whisper.

As I am in the middle of some busy time editing my new collection of poems I didn’t write anything new.  So I thought I will give you a rerun. Here is one of my favorite poem from my first book.

This poem was written in Albany, New York. It was first posted inXanga.Com PoetryBox blog site on October 21st, 2005.Later this poem was added in the collection of poems called “Age OfSurvival” which later in August 2006 was published as a book.

In 2003 while driving with a colleague fromMilwaukee, WI to Overland Park, KS I got a phrase or title or whateverone may call it in my mind. It was this “A Ballerina’s Whisper”. Atthat time I always said this around many a timesannoying my friends.  I was saying this to myself during thedrive from Virginia to Albany in October 2005. Haha I got it all figured out during adrive in which towards the evening the sky colored up really well. Itreminded me of the aurora and all I wanted to write around that titlecame into place.

There is fiction and fantasy in this poem thatcame out completely from my imagination. The part in which I am sayingabout meeting a girl in a train is taken from an abandoned poem I wrotelong time back in San Francisco sometime in 2002. So the ‘poetrybox’ really helped tofit it all together. There is a real part in this poem I myself did not havehad any clarity about it when I wrote the poem. So the poem itself is inconclusive. I think youunderstand what I mean. Love always eluded me between cup and lips. SoI myself don’t know the end of it all. That is the core I thought aboutthis poem.

A Ballerina’s Whisper.

The northern wind blew on to my face,
With no fury but with mercy,
A face warmed by the heat,
All wrinkled up as every bone shrunk,
With heavy feelings of life held upon.

Oh’ that fat old moon too rolled away,
Behind the clouds, darkness swept through,
The cityscapes where upon a skyscraper I sat,
Watching changes, feeling the pain,
Of the unhealable wound.

Though the moon hide away behind,
The clouds moved westwards and scattered,
Dragging the moon down and down,
Then from the north came another wonder,
Splashing across the horizon aurora in colors unseen,
In my amazement first I stood still,
Then went down the streets and walked,
Away from the rumblings of the city madness,
And saw the most beautiful dance of nature,
The best and most beautiful ballerina, I’ve ever seen.

She floated like a swan then breezed over,
On the tip of the clouds she turned and turned,
Fading away from eyesight,
Then jumped back in thousands of colors,
Leaving every star motionless,
Though light years away they are.

She split into every pattern,
A Kaleidoscope can make,
And rolled right over my head,
The cold wind indeed added the blessing,
The dark clouds far, far away,
That was more than any dream,
That was better than the perfect illusion,
One by one my senses filled and fell pray,
To the beauty of the dance enchanting,
My sight with the kaleidoscopic patterns filled,
The smell of air by the northern winds purified,
Every bit of my body touched,
By the wind so gently as if like a feather,
But nothing my ears heard,
I wondered about the silence,
And closed my eyes for a moment,
Then I heard a girl’s whisper,
“Don’t thou ever shut thy eyes to my love”.

I opened my eyes and saw,
All the colors in full bloom but paused,
Then they all started to fade away,
A long streak of light still showed ahead,
And in a distance I saw the aurora dancing away.

Back to my home went I,
And days passed by like the counting beads rolling,
I’ve never seen aurora in that magnificence,
But those words still in my mind filling my senses,
But in the busy city life dealing,
With the materialistic life day after day,
Among lost thoughts and dreams discarded,
Buried the echoes and patterns of that night.

One day during a late commute,
From work, in the small letters of a newspaper lost,
My senses and I closed my eyes,
And there were those kaleidoscopic patterns again,
I opened my eyes in surprise to find my station,
And through the snail paced fattening crowd I hurried,
When squeezing out I found a mid teen girl standing,
Her face with makeup all colored,
Her eyes, golden hair and the smile I noticed,
Thin like a stick but still pretty in her own way,
Also I noticed the way at me she looked,
Not as a stranger, but someone strangely familiar,
Paused I and paused my senses too,
As she blew a kiss in the air,
In my surprise for a moment my eyes I closed,
Within a second my eyes I opened,
By then her lips on my ears I felt,
Then into my ears she whispered,
“Don’t thou ever shut thy eyes to my love”,
And made a turn on the tip of her shoes floating,
Into the train as the door closed.

Perplexed and amazed I stood there helplessly,
As in my surprised amazement once more a glimpse I stole,
Of her smile and her waving hand in the moving train,
While those words once more echoed,
Through every corner of my body and soul.

©LonelyPoet.


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MIA

I was asked to submit the final manuscript of my new book by the publisher. So I don’t know how much free time I may have to be back here often. I will try my best to keep in touch with you all but it is me,  the unpredictable. Also I need to get a job….
  Now I love people visiting my site. Some leave comments, some just come here and go away. But I don’t like people hitting on my site like 50 times a day. You all might have seen me saying about the District Of Columbia guy. It stopped after I wrote that post. Now he/she is from the country of Qatar. I have your IP address, host name and with that I can locate you to your bed room. I know someone in Qatar, my cousin’s son, he is one who have the same name as me. I have some wonderful luck with him. Every time he contacts me something terrible will happen to me, like losing my job. Recently he called me and asked me if I can get him an IPhone. Daang within the next two weeks, Walmart said, bye bye to me. Still I got him the phone. But I don’t think he got any time to read poetry and have time to visit my site like 50 times a day. If it is the Emir of Qatar, buddy there is a link on the left hand side that says “Send me money” deposit a big sum of money I will send you a copy of my first book so that you don’t need to spend half of your day hitting on this site. If you are looking to buy my book, the links are given below. The second book is only going into printing once that is available I will send you a copy of that too. But if you keep on hitting this site, I know how to get ya and I will.



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