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Busy days are
blasting into my life. The best part of it all is I still have a job.
How long it will go? Who cares! As long as the money is coming I don’t
mind doing this job. What is next? God never told anyone to ask that
question to even lifeless things. So I don’t ask that question either.

   I
miss commenting on many sites and I am really sorry about that. I will
do that as time permits. Other than posting a book in my lonelypoet.org
site and commenting on a poem posted there by ShadyLane I did not do
anything poetically. I think I am going through a sluggish time in
reading and writing. That is what this job(computer programming) will
do to a poet. Keep him grounded without allowing anything. But I have
found a way around I have a digital recorder. I get most of my ideas
when I drive. So I always keeping my recorder on while driving and
whenever I get an idea I just record it by saying it aloud. There are a
lot of them now. I will get back to it all and write it “as time
permits”. Said that I remember one of my ex-girlfriend Valentina  who
wanted me to recite my poems, recording my works recited by me. It is
horrible to listen to my froggy voice with the worst possible accents.
Somehow she found some enjoyment in that.

 I
am not happy or sad so I think I need to get really angry. The best way
to do it, listen to my own voice. That’s what I am going to do. Pull
out those recordings and listen to it.

  Xangans
here is another poem I wrote a long time back. I am also posting the
original comment I left on top of the poem when I first posted this
poem in LonelyPoet.Com.

 I
went for a walk in the gloomy evening, all through the walk some
feelings were making me pleasant. It might be the thought of my sweet
heart, that’s the only thing that will make me happy now a days, but
when I came back home I was feeling very thirsty but I don’t drink even
a glass of water for about an hour after my evening walks, but the
thoughts about the love of my sweet heart for me, filled my heart, soul
and all my nerves and my thirst had faded away. These lines of verse
came out of me during those hours of thoughts. This poem was written
not in a day but took three weeks to finish.

 Stranger

Upon the hill I see,
A vanishing shadow of my dreams,
So far, so high they show up,
And fade away like mirages,
But through the golden light of dusk,
I saw a tall lean figure,
Thought it was just another dream,
Left my thoughts, left my hopes,
Back to my sleep went I,
But expectations brought them back,
From my dreams, from my sleep, woke up I,
My big-ben clock reminds me about noon,
But through the window I still can see,
The golden light still upon the hill,
And the figure near the well,
Woke up now is my soliloquy,
Just murmured into my soul,
‘Upon the hill you see the light of her love,
Near the well you see herself,
Waiting for you to be there to kill your thirst,
Not with the water from the well,
But with her love from her soul’.

 
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in early spring of 1999.

It is kinda little late in the evening. But after a long day of well
deserved rest I am up and thinking. It might’ve been a wonderfull
weekend out there. But I decided to get my websites a look. And made
some additons to my lonelypoet.org site.  I wonder other than me
who visits that site hehehe. In the coming weeks I will be
concentrating more on my sites than this blog. That doesn’t mean that I
will not be updating this site. But all my new poems will be first
posted in LonelyPoet.Com. Because I feel like abandoning my own
children when not visiting my own sites.
  I owe a lot of
people a lot of comments which of course I will do. But for the time
being I am going to get out of my  home go where I don’t know and
whom I will end up with that also I don’t know. The night is mmm its
still pretty bright out there to be called a night.
 Here is
a poem I wrote reflecting upon a real life event. Or to put it in
another way I saw a real event and it popped up a lot of personal
feelings inside of me which inspired me to write this poem.

Tearless Eyes

Alone in this world I live,
Discarded by the world I love,
Leaving no hope for desires abandoned,
And the loved ones stands perplexed,
With unanswered questions that freezes,
A life filled with love for you,
But even in the loses shed,
Not a drop of tear in pain,
None came to my eyes that remained open,
Every moment of life lived for you,
But with very little care I know,
Waiting for a moment of happiness with you.
The tearless eyes wondered the crazy world,
As happiness is just a bubble washed ashore,
In the sea of sadness in life,
May be sadness is a sea I am used to,
But in happiness may shed a drop or two.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM This Poems was released during the 2000 sydney olympics.

My mind is in a swing, going up and down in an
even rhythm. My body was dancing in the rain yesterday evening. WoW I
loved it. What a blessing rain is. Those are the moments I remember how
valuable life is and how materialistic our attitude is. Well said that
I wanted to do more ‘bull’ dancing in the rain but the thunder and
lightning scared the ghost out of me.

The stale life of mine still continues. I think I
am enjoying life better than the most blessed person in the world as I
see nothing ahead of me. And my past? It took the shape of a wonderful
woman and ran away with another good looking young guy called ‘Fate’. 

I thought of posting an article one of my friend
sent to me earlier today about poetry. Later he came back and told me
not to post it in here as he couldn’t find the copyright information.
He is looking for it once I get it I will post it here. It is a good
one many of your may like it.

This is a poem I’ve taken again from the chapter
‘She’ from my website. The new poems I am working on are all getting
ready. I just can’t say when I will like posting them here. But sure my
fellow xangans I will not disappoint you all. 

Here is the poem. 

To Be Loved By You.

In my lonely wanderings,
The call of my soul I heard,
Weeping alone, wishing to be heard. 

The ways to your heart, I hope,
Are all still open to love,
But dear never throw away my love,
Out of earth, into deep space,
Let my love share and care yours. 

The April rain brought flowers,
The wind spread more life,
But here in the valley of love,
Only the cry of my soul I hear,
And see the ruins of the remains,
Of a lost kingdom of love,
From those ruins I wish to build our life,
But everything I did alone failed,
Even to cast a brick. 

A look of love of yours I know,
Will rebuild the empire of love,
Heal the pain of this aching heart,
Wipe the tears of this crying soul,
And at your door step I stand bare footed,
With dreams about hopes and hopes about love
To be loved by you.

 ©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com during the spring of 1999.

This is a day that gone by about 5 light years away from me. Well none of my five senses felt the day or anything in it.

I have WPPD (Web Purchasing Paranoia Disorder) I
don’t buy anything from the web. But today I broke all my paranoia and
brought a WiFi Card for my PDA phone. I cannot fully say I broke
through all my panics, I used my paypal account but did not used it
directly, I moved money from my bank to paypal and then paid with it.
Whew what a relief. Usually I buy stuff when I was about to go out of
employment. That is what I did today. Hehehe. Blow my own resources.
Little crazy isn’t it. Well that is what I am.

Here is the second dose for my
“Looking, Thinking And Waiting” Poems. There won’t be a waiting part to
this poem. And I don’t want you my Mo Cushlas  to wait. I hope you all understand what I mean.

 Thinking About You.

All my life I felt like a star twinkling,
With thoughts of a clear night,
When my sweetheart’s bright lucky star I become,
A loving glimpse of her will give birth,
To a million lucky stars of mine,
Light years away I may be,
But thoughts about her,
Still keeps this loving heart warm. 

With closed eyes through the dark I wander,
With the northern wind blowing,
Whispered into my ear, into my soul,
That my sweetheart is guiding me,
To the absolute perfection of life,
Even in the darkest part of the dark,
A thought about her guides me,
Guides me right, guides me to light. 

Every corner of my heart and soul is filled by her,
In everything I see, hear, feel and smell,
My love for her I find,
Even in deep sleep,
With her is my heart and soul,
Unseen and unheard about her,
Only thoughts described her in full.

Now the mist is gone, so is the veil of darkness,
The guiding ray, guided me to you,
By the pale moon and by all the creations on earth,
I swear,
From heaven till now,
I was thinking about you.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the spring of 1999.

The blazing heat still depresses me every second.
The stale conditions are enjoying my misery with the pleasure of a
vampire. I wonder how long I have to wait. I just don’t know that there
is going to be any clarity soon. There is an event I am waiting for
that will complete a lot of my thoughts.

  Mmm those are the
thoughts that I said into my recorder during lunch break when I was
driving to Jerry Subs. After lunch I talked to my marketer and there
isn’t much happening there either. So I have to wait again. The pain of
waiting is incredible.

 Said that I remember two poems I
wrote out of a song I wrote when I first started writing in English.
The song was called “Looking, Thinking And Waiting”. Even though I
burned that song before I left India
I wrote the Looking and Thinking part as two poems and put it in my
website. The waiting part is something I did not write as I know I will
only pain myself more as all my life I was waiting for things that did
not existed.

Here is one of the poem.

 Looking For You.

The sun went by saying bye,
Darkness adored my little eyes,
Some where across the city,
You rest after the hectic day.

My past I remember,
Lived with open eyes, always,
Kicking away bad patches of life,
But always with hopes about life,
Not alone but with love,
Love of that girl that guides me right.

Every day went by,
But hopes lingered on,
That kept my eyes open,
Every night went by,
But dreams kept me alert.

From the moment of birth,
With all my senses I described,
The sweet heart that will enlighten my soul,
And now, here, near me you are,
I can only love you a little more every day,
’cause so long I was looking for you.

 ©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the spring of 1999.

Depressingly hot that’s all I can say about the weather. Well I was in New York, it was a wonderful trip. I took Amtrak all the way. But I didn’t get the job.

 All day yesterday and today I was
trying to configure mail for one of my domain and it just don’t work. I
contacted the support guys and they also were not able to figure out
why. That is another frustration.

 My job here was supposed to be
over yesterday, but looks like these guys are going to keep me for
another week or two. My mother finished all her medical check up.
Doctors found a small swelling inside her stomach. Nothing to worry it
is some bacterial infection. So she is happy and I am happy about that.
Yesterday I started calling my life the ‘F’ word once more. I don’t
know why, I am just too busy and crazy. But there are those moments I
just sit and think and understand more and more this whole idea of life
on earth. Every passing second has a beautiful meaning embedded in it.
And I am forgetting that fact and call those seconds a bunch of
rascals, because it means nothing to me. That which don’t care about me
don’t mean anything to me and I will call them whatever that comes into
my mind.

 I’ve written about something it
was about what I noticed about the way people change through age. Well
I removed it as I thought rather than a self criticism my writing went
wild after many things which I never thought about writing when I
started writing that piece. May be I will think about that idea a lot
in the coming weeks and bring out something. But unlike many other
writers I don’t like to write anything when my mind sways with multiple
problems. There are no multiple problems in front of me now. From the
patterns I see I know things can go bad. Where, when, how I don’t know
that is my problem.

 Enough craziness for the day, my
love for my family on xanga is immense I cannot get out of my office
without giving you my share for the day.

 Here is another poem from LonelyPoet.Com.

Images.

Where do I find a way?
That prepares the long road ahead,
All the dreams have fallen by the way,
But your face fills my life.

A little more care by you,
Would not have caused the sway,
But tell me what dream I should pursue,
In my way to you.

Alone in the middle of somewhere,
Where life stands still,
And I belong to nowhere,
In my pursuit to your loving heart.

But now when I walk through the darkness,
Just with the wish of lighting your life and love,
Past seem fading into colorless images and to darkness
What glorifies is the image of my love.

From stillness life just cruises away,
And fallen on the ground with face down,
I could only weep and stand at bay,
Smelling the sand that god used, to bring me down.

May be you are right and I am wrong,
Sure I know nothing of the days ahead,
May be I am right and you are wrong,
Let love rule the life of yours ahead.

When leaving with a prayer for you,
Regretting the unknown mistakes of the past,
And the lost ways I pursued,
An image still stays colorful,
With your smiling face in all its glory.

 
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the summer of 1999.

I am a bit crazy here, my work is ending in couple of days. Tomorrow I am going to New York for an interview. Uncertainty  is
a monster I hate big time. But that is one monster that is haunting me
for sometime now. Oh now I wonder how much I loved that monster in my
younger days.

 There are a lot of things to
write but I am hitting zyphyr (a word I use for nothingness) where are
all these events leading me to. I usually feel a pattern in it all now
I just don’t understand. May be my senses are shutting down to zyphyr.

May be there is another time I realize, I am a phoenix.

This is a poem I wrote when someone I
was chatting with asked me what sort of husband I may become. Now I
wonder, Why the hell did I wrote this poem. May be because this is the
true me.

 

To My Bride.

I loved to see her as my bride,
And there she is standing,
With pride as my bride.
On this wedding day I promise you dear,
That the rest of my life remains just for you.
By the planets, stars and galaxies, I swear,
To carry you in my hands,
In the difficult paths of our life.
By the light of the day, I swear,
To make you the guiding ray of our life.
Until water dries away from oceans,
And the blue sky becomes dark and remain dark forever,
We know love will remain,
By the generations to come, I swear,
My love for you will fill the vacuum,
After all perishes away.
By the love you gave, I swear,
To preserve the sanctity of the individual in you.
Even if the unimaginable happens and takes you away,
I swear, rest of my life, I will live alone,
Until my soul meets yours.
By this wedding day, I swear,
To preserve the happiness of yours.
And by the happiness of this day,
We remember forever, I swear,
To perish away than change my words.

 ©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com early spring 1999.

I feel lazy and crazy and dizzy. I am totally
disconnected from reality. Well that is good for me as reality is stuck
some where I don’t even know. I don’t care or I just can’t care. As we
little souls care about me I don’t need to worry about explaining to
them what my life is like. This is a stale period. From my experience
with my life the stale scenario will end with me going down, down and
down. But I will get up and get back at least a step ahead of where I
am right now. To put it in another way I hate status-quo I always look
forward to change. I don’t even dream about the same lady everyday
these days. Mmm I don’t even dream about any lady at all. Love can
freeze one or throw one into a frozen plateau. Or Love can throw you up
into a never ending flight.

Enough sarcasm for today. There are a
lot of good things happening to a lot of people like me I am happy for
them. From my pervious post I heard some people saying that don’t pray
to God. Well that’s all I do regularly. I am a believer but don’t
misunderstand me as if I am forcing this on anyone. I just said what I
believe. If you don’t I still consider you as my friend. That’s the way
I lived all my life with friends from every belief, cast, color, class
and culture.

 First Words.

When around me I looked,
What I found was darkness.
When in the bright light I looked,
What I saw was emptiness.
When into my own heart I look,,
What I see, hear and find is,
The slow merger of senses,
And into the darkness and emptiness,
Filled in the love of mine to you,
Everything I found meaningless,
Became precious with life,
As everything is filled with you,
Somewhere in you remains the glory of my passions,
And to that passions I say,
Live another day for my love to murmur,
A word or two about her love for me.
And to the lost days I say,
The meanings of you all will be found,
In those first words of her love for me.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the fall of 1999.

Life will suck
people deep in when one don’t think right and act well. That is what I
can say about these days. But my long experience with life had shown me
a lot of these things. From hearing about the cancer of a 4 year old to
not hearing about my next job my days tried to suck me in deep. But the
obesity of experience let me crawl out to day light.

But it is freaking hot here. Second day in a row in the 90s. God I hate summer. I need the powdery white monster. A lot of it.

I don’t watch
T.V. news. All the news channels are filled with one name Dennis. I can
understand the people who are running away from it. But what is the fun
of these weather reporters running into it. They struggle in rain, high
winds without good food and shelter. All this for what? A reality show?
Boy people around me are obsessed with reality shows.

I watched the
movie The Forgotten, it was not a super hit movie. I loved the theme.
And Julian Moore the one woman who is pretty even if you throw dirt on
her face. My hats of to her for the wonderful performance.

In the state I am from in India
there is a legendary belief of a bird they all call “Vezhambal”. That
bird is believed to have a hole in the beak. So the bird cannot drink
water or eat other food. The bird survives only with rain water as when
it rains the bird keeps the beaks open upwards and drink water.

Well that bird
at least knows what it is the bird is waiting for. For me I really
don’t know what I am waiting for. There are so much confusion in my
life. I am sterile now. I don’t feel it or just don’t want to feel it.
So I am comfortable, happy and cheerful, except when I think about
love. Then with all my spirituality I pray and pray and pray to God to
make me a better lover. But every time I pray I always forget to pray
to God to give me a lover.

Here is a poem I wrote a while back and posted in LonelyPoet.Com.

MyPrayers.

You the one I love and care,
You the one that gives me hope and dreams,
God might have created thousands of flowers,
When your face was created,
God might have created hundreds of singing birds,
At the time of your birth,
It might be their prayers,
That gave me your love,
You hold me with your love,
Like a shell keeps the pearl.
Thank you ‘Oh you the beneficent king’,
Who filled her heart with love for me,
Who filled my heart with love for her,
Thank you ‘Oh you the beneficent king’,
Who made her heart so precious for me,
Who made my heart so precious for her,
Hey you, the one I owe my life,
Let me take your hands and pray,
For being with you in the life after death.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the spring of 1999.

   Today
not much happening other than couple of interviewers calling me at work
and me running out of office to take those calls. Just hanging in here.
I can’t speak a lot as my throat is really sore. I don’t know why my
throat went bad all of a sudden.
     It is
really really sad and horrific what happened in London. My heartfelt
prayers goes to all those who died in the explosions and those injured.
I hope there will be no more death among  the injured. This once
again tells us that there are a lot of evil people in the world who
don’t understand the values of humanity. It is peace and prosperity
that they hate. The spread of peace and prosperity all around the world
can be used as one of the means to defeat them. But there are times
when eye for an eye is the only option. I fear we are nearing to that
only option.

 Here is an old poem.

 This is a poem I wrote some day in June 1998.  It was originally named ‘About My Megan’ I named it like that just to piss off Megan’s boyfriend.  Now Megan is a poet I met in an unusual place. She was a stripper working in a Milwaukee
downtown strip club. After talking to her couple of times I found out
she is just not bluffing with me she is a wonderful writer. She had a
lot of personal problems some of the stuff she told me. It was just a
friendly relationship and her boyfriend had a lot of other suspicions
about the whole friendship. I wrote this poem and gave it to Megan
during a lunch I’ve given to before I left Milwaukee.
The original I know is destroyed by her boyfriend after seeing the
title. I only laughed as I know she meant nothing to me and I meant
nothing to her.  One thing is sure; she is one of best writers I’ve seen in my life.

 About Megan.

Buried deep in the heart,
The feeling of anguish to life,
From the mother’s womb thrown out,
Into a life she tried to end,
At an age when everyone else,
Thought about nothing but the future.

Life is never harsh,
But attitudes make life harsh.
So many near, but all selfish minds,
Buried herself within her,
From those haunting past days.

Opened her everything to everyone,
But not that pure soul,
It lives somewhere deep, still pure,
Even when life took the deep plunge,
Dragging her to the wrong place,
Dissolving in her own wrong,
Earns her living from sex scavengers.

Don’t know who am I?
May be the onlooker who is
So helpless, so sad,
When watching a good soul dance,
As a good scavenger.

 ©RIAZAHAMMED.COM.