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Mo Cuishle,

I haven’t heard from you for days, well… I don’t know when is your spring break you are probably at spring break. When you see this I hope this news makes you feel more happy than you already are. I just received the news from my publishers they accepted the manuscript and are offering to publish my book. The contract details are all worked out and probably by the end of next week everything will be signed.

So once again thanks a lot for the luck offerings. It truly works and you rock….

Convey my regards to Kate, Billy and your dad whenever you see him or talk to him.

Spring Is The Time To Blossom, Summer Is The Time To Grow, Autumn Is The Time To Harvest And Winter Is The Time To Lie Back And Enjoy The Reverie Of All.

Riaz Ahammed.

There are people who are sad that I am gone and don’t writehere anymore. Yes… I will not post regularly in this site. I am right now usedto living with constant pain. I think I am getting addicted to it. Withoutmisery I don’t think I can live anymore. So what do I do. Put myself intosituations where I have no chance of success. Fail take the bit of pain andspread the pain to every corner of my body. WOW what an intoxicating effect.

 The people who toldthat they are sad should have read my pervious post very well. You won’t missme in LonelyPoet.Com or LonelyPoet.Org. If you comment there you will get acomment in your xanga. Make sure to use the same nick name like the xanga nickname in my sites. You don’t need to be a registered member there. For the timebeing that’s the only way you can see me on xanga. I will be posting the restof the “Tess Of The D’Urbervilles” Poems here. Then I will be posting poemabout the next fictional character. No more riddles about the character. IreneAdler from the story “A Scandal In Bohemia” This story can be found in theclassic “The Adventures Of Sherlock Holmes” By Sir, Arthur Conan Doyle.

 If you don’t likelong poems that’s your problem. Like I always say. “If you want me come and getme, If you don’t want me, I don’t want you either.”

LonelyPoet.
LonelyPoet.Com

Mo Cuishle,

Wonderful hear
that you did good in the dancing. I am posting something here. This is just for
you. My publisher asked me to submit the poems in a manuscript form and in the
last week I was preparing the manuscript. Well in all only 174 poems made it to
the manuscript. All the poems I have written in the last one year are still
there but the axe went upon the older ones. No worries as none other than me
have seen those poems.

Well I never asked
for your lucky blessing, you always gave it me. I hope and pray your blessing
will be upon these works. I will let you know about the developments in these
protected posts.

Said all that… as you
have read most of them, if you think any one of those poems should not be
published. Let me know before Friday. Alright.

Thanks and have a great week ahead of ya.

The Signature Of A True Human Is The Smile He/She Brings On
The Face Of Others.

Riaz Ahammed.

It has become a tradition for people I care, to hurt me. I am hurt… deep inside.

In some weeks it will be a year since I started this Xanga site. It was a mistake. I knew that then. I know it now. I am not going to shut down this site. Because it is my tradition to live in my mistake as long as I can. This is hard to do to many of the people who regularly visit my site. My sincere apologies to you all. If there is a bit of kindness in you all, forgive me. From this moment on updating this site is only a sixth priority. I have five other sites. I will be updating those sites regularly. If you want me come and get me, if you don’t want me, I don’t want you either. You can find the poetry related sites in the left side of this site. Once in a month or maybe twice I will update this site with a poem or two from LonelyPoet.Com. I don’t expect anyone to comment in LonelyPoet.Com. It was a read only site and there are handful of people who love my works there. I will write  a blog entry in LonelyPoet.Org everyday. But that will be only regular after this month as I need to find and move that site to a new webhost.

To the 123 people who are subscribed to this site. It was a great pleasure to have you all here. My heart goes out to you all. But with sadness I am telling you I am so sorry. I am damaged in everyway.

It was an honor being here and posting and commenting. I promised some people that I will never leave Xanga. I am “retracting” my promise and I have no regrets about it.

Have a great life everyone.

This PoetryBox Is Closed. I am going back to my home. The Home Of The Lonely Poet.

Blue October “Hate Me” I love this song which I am playing now… I love it, I love it, I love it.

I haven’t posted a poem for a long time. That’s the least kinda crime.
The worst kind, I did not replied comments. Some I truly did. Rest I
will get to you. When mmmm I just can’t say.  Well… I am busy… no
IMs… barely answer personal emails and barely even eat. Mmm don’t sound
good. Well… life change… and this is what was given to me now. So I am
going to do that. I know you all love me in this crazy way than the
soft spoken hypocrite. Hehehe. Yeah… I will comment. Not today, not
this weekend, probably next weekend. That’s the best I can come out
with. Work, work, work, bit of sleep, work, work work….

Life just sucks, sucks, sucks, Life just sucks, sucks, sucks, Life just
sucks, sucks, sucks…. Add some heavy metal music to it. Haha.

Honestly, I didn’t write this poem today. It was “leftover lines” from
some poem I wrote a long time back. It came out of my Remington Shell
Box which I call “PoetryBox”…. I don’t know what prompted me to write
such a poem. As far as I know all my ex-girlfriends are alive (1000s of
them(just kidding)). This is from the Milwaukee era… that will date it
back to last millennium. Around 1999.A.D.  Enough break time. Let
me get back to my work desktop…..

Love you my xangans, my family, my friends, my darling.

Leaves Of The Fall.

Gladness left leaving tears in my eyes filled,
Billions of images, sounds, touches and smell,
Oh’ they all bound to my soul as sweet memories.

Darling, O you come back to my eyes,
Though the blown up feather carries,
More weight than you do know,
The dust and air filled with every thought of you.

Oh’ down by the lake I swam to feel the cold of the fall,
The sunset can’t fill my mind with darkness,
The moonlight can’t replace the glory of your face.
Oh’ you are gone, you are gone every soul will say,
Except mine where lives the memories of yours.

When you first ran away for me to chase,
I found the character of womanhood, elusiveness.
When you touched my lips and stared at my eyes,
I found the perfection of womanhood meant for me.
When you laid upon my chest and slept,
The underlying character of every human I found, Innocence.

Oh’ every day sad I will be for sometime,
As disease and pain took you away,
But no disease can take away the glory of such blessing,
After those sad moments with a smile my days I will live,
For holding those hands, knowing that mind, satisfied,
With memories flying around like colorful leaves of the fall.

Hello All,

  I hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend. By the beginning of this year, I noticed a lot of people changing their attitude to life. Most of them people I know in real many I know through web. Some here just blogging. Many say facts, some express what they feel through poetry. But relationships are kinda hitting road blocks. I don’t have any relationship so I was wondering what is going on. I could only looks at the stars and I did.

  I don’t know Astrology. But I know someone who is very good at it. My older brother Manzoor Ahamed. He is in India. I talked to him and said that I know that there is something wrong and I can’t feel it first hand as I am not in a relationship. When I first talked to him. He told me… ‘yeah… not a good time at all for many relationships’ well… he said a lot of things which is the scientific side of Astrology. Many won’t even understand what it is. I told him to give me a brief less technical details of it all. Here it is.

“Currently Venus, the planet of woman and Mars the planet of Man are malefic to current situations.

Mars is in good placement but it is the planet of war and this is not good to be in the seventh house, which is the house of relations.

Venus is well placed, but it is in infancy and in the house of Saturn, which is retrograde now.

Saturn is weak dispositor now.

 

From the above technical words to the normal language.

Women are childish in decision-making.

Men like to treat that childishness as a war cry.

Women is influenced by sudden changes of moods wickedness clouds them.

Advice to Men.

Treat your girl as you treat a kid.

Advice to Women.

Your man is not your adversary.

All this are until May third.

After May 3rd, Venus moves to Jupiter’s house from Saturn’s house.

Advice to women.

Since Rahu (in Indian Astrology) is in the same house and Jupiter is natural foe to Venus and Rahu being the Sarpa (snake) watch your tongue.

Do not be afraid. Even with your silence, you can keep your man under your control since Mars is weak.

General advice.

If you are planning a long-term relation first half of this year should be the year of understanding and pardon.”

Okay something that may be very new to you is there “Rahu” it is an invisible planet or object according to Indian astrology. In my understanding. It is probably a planet or object between Jupiter and Saturn destroyed and now scattered as rings and moons around Saturn and Jupiter. Well… that’s what “I” think. Haha.

Anyway… I hope this will help most of you in a relationship in one way or other.

Thanks all and have a great weekend.

Life Is Complicated When One Acts Bad And Think About It. Life Is Simple And Easy When One Think Right And Act Upon It.
LonelyPoet.

 

I didn’t write today… Well… I couldn’t. It was a nice day…
yeah.. like cocabent said… the tie indeed kinda choke me up… It would’ve been a
disgrace if I hadn’t worn at least the tie. Everyone else but couple of us from
the IT team were wearing full suit. The demo went well and everyone was happy.
It is so nice to see the clients happy after a hard worked project. The
regional commissioners and managers all were there sharing their joy with us.

Like I said earlier I couldn’t write after reaching home as
this day went after reflection. I just don’t know where life is taking me. I am
really calm and I am happy about it. There were hopes for this day that
remained as hopes. There were moments that surprised me deep inside. There were
moments that gave hopes of a lifetime ahead. Why all that happened, happened
and all those that should’ve happened did not happen? It is a “Why” question. I
have a lot of “Why” questions throwing question marks upon my conscience. I
could only add more to it.

Have a great Friday all of you my friends, my Xangans, my
virtual family and my darling.

The Signature Of A True Human Is The Smile He/She Brings On
The Face Of Others.
LonelyPoet.

The day progressed and progressed into making me feel good. I don’t have anything to be glad about. Still I am glad. Haha

 Thanks a lot Xangans for the comments. I love you all. Tomorrow
we have demo of our project. I should be in formals mmm one thing I
hate. I hated wearing a tie when I was in the Catholic school and I
still hate it. But I have no choice.

  Now here is a poem. If someone asks me when I actually wrote
this poem I will say today. But long time back in 1998 when I was in
Milwaukee, WI. I wrote a rough draft and called it “Beginning of the
seasons” it was a tragic fantasy. I did not proceeded with that poem
because till that time I haven’t written a poem beyond 40 lines. I know
that is going to be a long poem. Then while I was writing the poem
“Song Of The Dying Nightingale” (which is my favorite poem of all the
poems I have written) I took some portion of the seasons poem and added
in it. I lost the rough draft while moving to San Francisco. Today I
started writing a poem called “Beyond Love” well that didn’t go well as
what I can see beyond love is nothing. You know like I am right now.
Sitting and doing nothing but writing about love. Haha there is a
contradiction in it. But that is what it is all about my life. Filled
with contradictions. “Beyond Love” evolved with whatever left in my
mind of “Beginning of the seasons” in the following poem.

Enjoy if you can.

Pain Of The Mother
Of Love.

Back in time when Earth revolved straight,
Days and nights held the same amount of time,
Upon a dying day you sworn,
Your love for someone unknown.

To the pebbles you sang the song of love,
But they all laid there dead in the shore of sea,
With the cloud you left messages from your heart,
But they all showered before reaching his heart,
With the birds you left verses of love,
But they only sang the tunes with no words,
With the flow of the river you left,
A message written in your blood,
But the river froze by the naughty winter’s handicraft.

Deep rooted passions spoke,
More than love to your soul,
The ambiguous life perplexed,
Every living moment of life.

Oh’ the Angel of death might have felt merciless,
When held your unloved soul up the wings,
The cry of your soul might have left,
A seed of compassion in the Angel’s eyes.

The Earth might have wept and tilted in agony,
Of losing a precious pure soul,
In the compassion the Angel might have left,
A blessing upon Earth for the generations to come.

Oh’ Is that the blessing that unfreezes,
And from the deadly cold rejuvenates Earth,
And brings blossoms upon trees?

The message you left with the cloud,
After showers, as lovely rainbows shows.
The song of birds day and night heard,
Gives the feeling of what your verses meant.

And the river flows into the ocean, carrying,
The message of love all around the world,
And the passions from your soul seen,
In the eyes of every loving girl.

Oh’ the perfection of love only achieved,
After feeling a bit of pain you felt,
O you the mother of love.

I declared war on myself when I woke up as two alarms and screaming
radio did not woke me up. I slept dreaming walking with a lovely girl.
Pssst missed the morning meeting big time as I rolled into the
office at 10:30AM … mmm none asked me why I reached late. Kinda
confuses me.

 Well…. Tuesdays are like that. They will make me hate myself to the deepest core of my soul. Heck with this day.

This is a poem I just finished. I was not know what to name it. Then I
just called it the name it have now. May be the morning dream might
have something to do with it. Haha

The Answer Of
Nature.

“Sunlight brightens the day,
Moonlight brighten the night,
Oh’ the stars twinkle to brighten,
The blossoming flowers in the early morn,
The love of your love brighten the mind,
You wished it all well, hey poetic mind,
Well wished you were”, the wind sung,
The sky like a blue trampoline spread,
The screaming, screeching, and singing birds,
Taking mind up in the air in a flight.

The dried green grass so soft,
Every step scaring the cricket to jump,
The steady stream spraying vapors around,
Though alone I am, in the middle of this beauty,
Of Nature that surround me in embrace,
“Is there beauty than you more prettier?”
Asked me to Nature who in the rhythm,
Of the dancing clouds danced along,
The cloud that wandered in melted,
Into drizzles and moved away,
And every bit of greenery held on,
To the cooling, dripping drops Natures blessing,
Sunlight into vibgyor split and brightened,
Everything with an Angelic Halo.

“Oh, you leave me with more beauty of yours” said I,
A breeze moved the leaves above showering,
The cool soothing droplets all over scintillating mind.

Oh’ when in the enjoyment I thrive,
Far away I saw her towards me walking,
She may not be the prettiest around,
But her love overwhelm everything around,
Then I felt the answer of Nature to me,
That her love is the prettiest in the eyes of everything around,
And now in the eyes of the one who loves her to the fullest.

A day I wish existed never felt anything through my five senses other
than the cold of the day. I love cold. Well other than that I didn’t do
anything…. Just a wasted day. That’s all.

 Yesterday’s long dose of poetry frowned many. Well get used to it
haha… you want me, come and get me. You don’t want me, then I don’t want
you either. It is as simple as that. That’s the kind of poems I am
having in my mind. I know me and my works will become overwhelming of
many and it will be too hard to keep up with me. Well spring and summer
are usually slow time for this poet. So don’t expect the kind of
explosion you have seen from me early October last year. Cold weather
may have something to do with it. So keep me warm you won’t see any
poetry hehehehe.

  I am very annoying because of the consistent persistence of
mine. My warning to you all is it will be very hard to tolerate me. I
have warned many, they all said naa we have seen worst kinds than you.
Now even the favorites are gone. To the new set of people here… beware
of this poet. I will be here or somewhere out on the web as long as
websites exists. Hahahaha.

Andre told me “You are insane….. in a good way” don’t polish it Andre, I
am insane in every way. You are new here. I myself told in this site
many times that my only problem is “insanity” but you know what, I
enjoy it. Hehehe.

This poem is written out of recent past experience. True to every alphabet. Read to learn more.
 

A Clown Who Played A
Tragedy.

In all the recent days gone by,
Pried upon me was the game of fate,
And by unreasonable passions fueled,
For the love of a soul, oh’ all inappropriate.

Every moment like a scene in a drama played,
The actors in their parts, well performed,
The all-natural stage well set by nature,
A theme well written by fate, I thought.

But in the drama of life, unknown,
Are the themes, predefined,
The choices out-played truths,
The hesitant thrown out of stage.

Oh’ the curtains have fallen,
Upon my love filled heart,
Who out of this act misdirected,
Me into mere virtual oblivion?

Oh’ the background may change,
The actors move to their own stages,
But the theme of my life I now know,
Passion filled dreams that sprout,
Out of never ending hopes, so realistic,
Then all goes wrong in every way unrealistic,
The dreams will turn into nightmares.

Out of fear of losing oneself,
Once more, stepped out of the act,
May be the theme given to me to direct this drama,
Is the imperfect part of life,
To show the others in their life,
What it means by the boons they have.

In the last act I played,
My face I painted well,
To play the perfect clown on stage,
For the little hearts to clap in joy.
I wonder will any ever cared to see,
The real face of this clown?
After the curtains fallen, ending,
This portion of a never-ending tragedy.
Now life gone back to, an old one act play.