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Overwhelming Love.

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I have no idea how this poem came to my mind. Maybe it is a wish laying deep in my mind. I wrote it so fast, I just was not knowing how it will end. I think it ended well mmmxs 

Overwhelming Love.

 

Bright, pleasant paths I’ve seen,

With flower bushes beside filled,

Soft and dry, even the bare foot won’t pain,

Oh’ those paths I see,

When upon your eyes I look.

When your smiles blushes my heart,

Those paths become paths to your heart.

 

To the ground I asked,

What great deed the ground did

For getting your footprints,

And the ground said…

A God given gift for carrying all sinners,

The steps of an angelic beauty,

Caressing and adoring,

For some comfort from all the pain.

 

Those eyes have the serenity

Of nature in full bloom,

That smile have the sanctity

Of all beauty seen and unseen,

The living will be blessed in joy,

The dead blessed with eternity.

 

Glad I am in meeting those eyes,

As pleasantness is what those eyes sprout.

To every thought that came to my mind,

Before I said a word about those feelings of mine,

You acknowledged in acceptance all my thoughts.

More than five senses of yours I feel,

The sixth with love of yours filled,

And the love of yours for me overwhelming,

As no more words from my knowledge I can say,

And to return the love so freely you gave,

A lifetime is not enough to fulfill.

 

 

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Written out of sheer frustration. Well… the paragraph “Oh’ in gladness you smile” was written long time back and the rest of the poem was added before and after in the last couple of days. Yes, when I am frustrated I write about beautiful things. When happiness overwhelms me, I write about sadness and anger and frustration. I hope everyone is enjoying good weather and good times with their loved ones. I rested this day…. I slept at about 4:00 in the morning. Then woke up at 6:23 in the morning again and prayed. Then slept at around 7:00 in the morning till 3:00 in the afternoon. So one can imagine how relaxed I am. Good for me. Haha…

 

Have a great week ahead of you all.

 

The Oasis Of Beauties.

 

The dry winds of days and cold of nights

The dust filling and covering even the depths of soul,

Cloudless, no greenery seen, no songs of birds,

Oh’ lifeless became every bit of senses.

 

Slowly through deserted paths I walked,

The call of the Ravens in distance I heard,

The call of the dead as old folks in my childhood days said,

But for the empty ears, Ah’ what a relief.

 

The paths broadened and softness under foot felt,

Life always will find its way,

Some old folks in youthful days said,

But what came to my senses was just not life.

 

The shine of every green growth upon your eyes seen,

The shine of every star upon your skin glowed,

The dance of all fairies seen when your lips moved,

The sound of all spring time birds united in every word you spoke,

 

Oh’ in gladness you smile,

And with happiness you dance,

Feelings of a new kind were born,

With your face in every bit filled,

In the amazement my mind float,

Watching the glory of beauty of the best kind, 

And in fulfillment of a dream enlightened I am.

 

Through the light, love and passions shown,

I passed through the valleys of wonders unheard,

Everything beautiful in lost meanings faded,

As everything beautiful in union merged,

Into the depths of your soul when you said,

Those words of love in which my soul too dissolved,

As you became the oasis of all beauties.

 

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Power Of Sadness

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Here is an offline message my brother sent me earlier today.

 

Guide:I welcome u all to the Niagra falls. These are the world’s largestwaterfalls & the sound intensity of the waterfall is so high, soundof even 20 supersonic planes passing can’t be heard! Now may I requestthe ladies to keep quiet so that we can hear the Niagra Falls?

 

Hereis a poem, I wrote last week when I heard a very good friend of my feltsad. Sadness is a very powerful feeling. As it opens up opportunitiesmaterially and opens up senses to enhance one spiritually. Once thecircle is complete not only one will feel happy and satisfied, but alsoenlightened and achieved.

  Asthis poem is written for a Xanga friend. I added three more lines inthe beginning from the original version. Now I dedicate this poem toher…. This poem is for you Mo Cuishle. As it is from Xanga I wrote thispoem. It will be available exclusively on Xanga.

 You all enjoy whatever remains of this weekend, Sunday and of course those who celebrate Columbus day.

 

Power Of Sadness.

 

Thoughts when weaved as dreams,

And dreams so close to reality,

But when in color and texture fades,

Heaviness of a lifetime together comes,

Ah’ every breath feels all through the body,

What thought as magic merges,

Into oblivion as mere mirages,

And emptiness inside the heart squeezes,

To find a way out but forever imprisoned.

 

Sadness, Oh’ the powerful feeling it is,

When with clarity every sense waits,

To gather every bit of pleasantness around,

And in celebration will make mind an oasis,

Scatter not, Oh’ soul, scatter not,

As the storm of pain will pass by,

And smiles, evergreen, upon face will blossom,

Then freed will be the emptiness,

And inside heart will fill,

Joy in dance, lightening heaviness everlastingly.

 

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Last Drops Of Tears.

In less than 24 hours I don’t have much to update. But I found out there are more than Americans and people normally hates poetry, know about my book. Here are some interesting places where I found my book.

 

 Age Of Survival In France It is no wonder why the French are so quite these days. Trying to figure out, what the heck we just read now.

Age Of Survival In Germany Even Germans are banging their heads on the wall after the read.

Age Of Survival In Forbes Book Club ????&**&**&%$ that’s what I am hearing from Wall Street. The Market needs correction as people are blabbering language we don’t understand. Business men/women read poetry. Unbelievable.

Have a great long weekend everyone.

 

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Life sometime is veryhard to take. Some days are so harsh, one will feel nullified insideout. I still smiled at mankind, my hypocrisy, when I know deep inside Iam burning like a blast furnace. From one of those flames I wrote.

Last Drops Of Tears.

Upon a shore once I stood,

And the cool breeze caress my face I felt

And waves in curves rolling upon the shore in ecstasy.

Upon the hill once I stood,

And the naughty wind blasting upon my face I felt,

And the streams danced underneath with passion filled joy.

Upon the sand dooms of desert once I stood,

And the naughty winds hands through showering sands I felt,

And the earth underneath flown up with the wind enlightened.

Burying passions of my love I now stand,

And the naughty wind sharing my sadness, stood still,

And the earth underneath in tremors wept.

The shore, hill and desert all as monuments stood,

The wind flown through the monuments lazily,

The earth still mourned with my heart.

Nature so much into my soul filled,

So my feelings in Nature I see,

Still energetic and wonderfully beautiful.

The beauty of life through every feeling I understand,

This be another feeling, of lost love I learned,

Holding a handful of sand I shed, last drops of my tears for love.

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Are you fine?

Mo Cuishle,
     How are you? You said you are sad and haven’t
heard anything from you afterwards. I hope you are fine and happy now.
I am just concerned that’s all.

Riaz Ahammed

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Spring Of The Snow Owl

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This poem is written first and sent to an English teacher to know if it worked. Mmm nope the teacher got it all wrong. My brother also didn’t understood what is it I meant to say. Now, I revised that poem and here is the revised version.

 

Have a great week ahead everyone.

 

Spring Of The Snow Owl.

 

The half moon at the edge of the clouds rested,

Lazy old one smiling with eyes closed.

Summer birds all flown away,

Stray cats with tooth and nail for territory fought,

The snow owl watched the moon in silence,

 

Life in full circle none want to see,

Those silly events, all part of the big picture,

And my vision by the clouds covered,

I see not, I see none as heart and soul only seek,

The colorful, the magnificent and the powerful,

Oh’ I knew not, colorless was the big picture.

 

Into that picture a thousand colors I want to pour,

But will it all just wash away in stubborn rain,

When passionate belief and faith haunts loving minds.

So, though far away, with dreams as brush I paint,

A color at a time, and holds my own head for it to dry,

 

Ah’ pleasant I am in making a pleasant looking art,

The art of love, the art of heart, the art in pleasantness recite,

The true verses in my heart kept unsung,

To every soul that passed me by.

 

When moon reflects love from the depth of my soul

I know the moon want to be full, soon,

To smile in full with my passionate love,

And summer birds will soon return,

With songs of love dancing through the spring

The stray cats will find warm homes,

The snow owl watching the moon will see,

What for her intended and will shed her feathers,

For the scent and warmth of an everlasting spring.

 

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Blessing Of A Nightingale.

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I don’t know how many of you ever read my poem “Song Of The Dying Nightingale” my favorite poem from the book “Age Of Survival”  Thatpoem took about 10 years for me to figure out and write. There isreality, dream and pure fiction in it. You all may be thinking why am Isaying this. To really understand the following poem one need to scrolldown and find the recital of “Song Of The Dying Nightingale” at theleft hand side of this site. Listen to it. Then read this poem. I wrotethis poem as an aftermath to that poem.

  Lastnight I was sitting in my room and it started raining, the rain dropshitting hard on the window glass. Then I remembered when I was astudent in Mysore, India, it is one of the mornings when it was rainingbadly I first heard the sound of that bird. I learned to speak andwrite English language to express what I felt. Now I am writing againabout that same bird. This time there is nothing real, just a feelingfrom a memory and rest is fiction.

 

Enjoy my friends, countrymen and of course…. My Darling. You all have the best of all weekends.

 

Blessing Of A Nightingale.

 

Darker everything they made,

Darker everything looked,

When upon the windows the cold drops shattered,

For a moment mind in the chill swayed.

 

Only the drizzle and my breathe broke the silence,

And drags of air in the autumn cold in my chest filled,

The phantoms of a dreamy past my only companions,

When breath grow longer, in the dream they joined,

Hand in hand for a wild old dance.

 

A cold wave from the glass window caressed my face,

And every bit of a beautiful dream erased,

When consciousness to my material being stormed,

Ah’ I said as the feeling in my mind still remained.

 

Then through the window I saw,

Sitting on the wide edge of the window,

A bird all wet, in the cold, shivering,

Without making a move to the eyes of bird I looked,

As the bird deep into my eyes looked as if in compassion,

Oh’ then the dream I remembered,

When in my younger days every morning I heard,

The sad tune of a bird in sadness sung and with sadness I listened,

And me holding the featherless corpse of that sad singer,

Pledging “I will rather live as a broken hearted,

Than break any lovers heart” I remember my own hand trembling,

Holding the corpse of that bird in sadness,

Whom never ever in all prettiness I have seen.

 

From my thought I got out still looking at the bird,

Looking at me the bird to the side took off,

And through the cold, windy rain flown far, far away.

 

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A Prayer Called ‘Love’.

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Happy Wednesday everyone…. What’s up? I write this upon adark screen with green letters, mmm that’s a lie. You all read it upon a darkscreen in green letters. The first computer screen I have seen had this colorcombination. So I keep my Xanga like this. I can keep on talking about my Xangahistory. But it will only lead me to hate myself for my mishaps. Now this dayis a pleasant day. Some Wednesdays are like this they will makes you say “GREATGREAT GREAT, LIFE IS CLAAAASSSY” I love those days and at the end of those daysI write these kinda poems.

Thispoem is written out of truth. Pure and crystal clear truth. I lovespeaking truth and it pinches my heart when I have to lie. So this poemis written because someone told me the truth. The one truth Ialways wanted to hear. Please read the poem to know what truth I amtalking about.

A Prayer Called ‘Love’.


Life as if in a swing, up and down swings,
Every day one goes up and at night comes down,
The masquerade hiding the true self,
Wonderfully done all through days,
Still some frustration haunts mind that thrived,
In ambition, hypocrisy and deception of oneself.

What are the aims of the righteous mind?
I know not and don’t want to know more,
What is right and wrong, good or bad,
Pretty or ugly, Ah I don’t want know,
As everything when peeled away the outer layers,
In flesh and blood mocked mind and soul.

May be the closeness of heart and soul with many,
Punctures the feelings for each other disastrously,
And lost I many feeling upon my unshaven face,
But far away a soul knowing all misdeeds,
Still said, “I accept you as you are”
Oh’ wonderful I felt and all hypocrisy left,
I can’t deceive my soul anymore and all frustration melted,
Reality may still keep us apart,
But the tranquility of a dream in my soul I feel.

After bowing before God in thankfulness,
When raised my hands for a prayer for that soul,
My own soul in soliloquy said,
“Love needs no prayers, love itself is a prayer,
In the prayer of that soul, eternally you will live”.
Once more I bowed before God and away I walked,
With a heart with happiness filled.

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Mad Tuesday

TheStartOfFall
I call this picture ‘The Beginning Of Fall’. I saw this tree in theLoudenville Town Hll Compound and took the picture of it. Just these trees are turning yellow restof the vegetation around are green.

Hello, Fellow, Xangans,

  Sounds good…. Haha…well… what can I say… once in a while I need to break the silence. I am theworst kinda attention freaks around. But what to say, these days I just rollaround the corner, in some deep thoughts. What about a poem mmm nope… not today.How to reduce my every growing belly? Who is the unfortunate girl whom I amgoing to marry? These are the things that bothers me now. Hehehe. You all maythink that fasting got into my head… yeah a bit. My brain is half fried. Haven’tseen a mad Tuesday like this in recent time.

  Hope everyone elseis fine…. There are people who are sick because of the climate change….get wellsoon, get well soon, as the world need more of you all than the poetry of aLonely man.

Have a great evening my Xangans… May truth bless you allwith fulfillment of all your unfulfilled wishes.

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Witnesses

It is 12:45AM…. Officially I am in the month of Ramadhan now. One month of fasting, meditation and prayers. All through the month I will only write late nights. As I don’t do anything during day that entertains mind or body. Here is something I scribbled just now.

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Witnesses.

 

The darker side of the moon we know now,

But those great poets they never seen,

A deadly place, where silence looms,

Cold, dry, where no wind blows,

Still I read how lovely the moon looks,

Yeah, imagination and illusions of the minds,

All used to show the might of love.

Did anyone of those in any moment thought?

Not love, not the moon or the sunlight reflected,

It is the eyes of her that glittered,

It is the touch of her that felt,

Still in rhymes and meters miles of verse written,

Burying the truth of love,

Exclaiming the minds in manipulation,

Oh’ those poets were all dead and gone,

Where they buried the truth I don’t care,

But in my verse only one the world will read,

The image of my love from the depths of her mind,

In witness of nature and everything in universe.

 

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