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To The Night.

Oh’ night your silence in penance sung,

About the stretch of time as one you see,

A beautiful girl in the vast space lay,

As a beauty none see but live through everyday.

Oh’ night the darkness of yours all around spread,

And shown the past as twinkling stars up high,

Meteors like naughty kids ran across the sky,

Ah’ what more wonders under your dark blanket you keep?

Oh’ night you intoxicated me with the beauty of time,

And sleep came and took me by hand,

Then you shown dreams that made no sense to me,

Still woke up with a smile that told all will end in the happiness of all.

Oh’ night farewell I say as from east you erased yourself,

One by one stars you took to sleep,

And to the world the magic of the day you give,

With a star that brightens every moment in beauty and love.  

 

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Mirrors shown a miracle shining,
True face behind masks hiding,
Weakness felt as cold tears fell,
Tears with taste and smell of blood.

The true images with mirrors shattered,
Self boasted magician in wickedness smiled,
Gathered scavengers in hunger for flesh, blood and death moaned,
In the heart silence like a storm roamed.

Time given like rain clouds flown,
Opportunities like leaves in fall fell,
Life like the traffic on the opposite road went,
And the glorified image smiled,
Even when time all around sadness showered.

This is an edited repost. The original post was made in December 2009. I said couple of weeks back I will repost some older posts here again to make someone understand my view point on something’s. I posted one and then things got busy in life. So my Xanga visits were a lot quicker than normal. Now I think is the time to post this again because of something that happened yesterday. Someone told me during my blogtv show to let the past go and with a clean slate go to the future. Now here is what I can say, Life is like a bangle, if you break a piece of it there is no value for the rest of it. Past is part of life there is no way I can erase the past from my life. It is where the present is built; it is upon that past future will be build.

I thought I will do a blogtv show. But called it quits as I have a bad feeling about my back. I can’t sit for 4 hours straight. By the way, no snow where I live, it warmed up to about 50F, so we will be getting some rain soon. I love rain too, wonderful to listen to the rain. It gives the feeling that the soul is trying to speak to nature. Or nature is trying to speak to my soul. 

Talking about listening to soul, (not soul music) here is a poem I wrote couple of weeks back, as someone in xanga told about making a piece of dance. I have nothing against dancers or dancing in general. Well at that time I remembered a wonderful dancer from India. She studied with me for more than 10 years. So I know her like my own sister. She was a dancer and last time we met, I asked her about her dance.

She told me, “Riaz, dance doesn’t exist alone, it needs music and the modern music does not get me to dance. So I learned music”

She sang a piece of music from Carnatic Music that made me wow. She wrote the lyrics in Sanskrit herself.

Then she told me…”Poet, I wrote the lyrics first, then modified it to fit to the piece of Carnatic music”. This is something I taught her a long time back, sometime in 1991 when we were together in a train trip. Her husband at that time told me, I don’t think she will ever write even one line of poetry. Now she writes in Sanskrit and she can translate that to three different languages. She is a Sanskrit professor now.

When I remembered that I thought why is this girl in xanga learning and trying to make a piece of dance which has no self existence. She is so talented in both music and poetry. She is just losing herself in her own fancy ideology of dance. Well why I said this. Because as a poet I know how good a poet she is. It will take at least 15 years of training with writing every day to become a good poet. In 15 years of dancing this girl will be destroyed from inside out. This poem is about that. Personalized in my form, hehehe what is that form? I think that girl and everyone should know… I write through a romantic feeling. Just because I write using romance as a medium doesn’t mean I am in romance with this girl or any girl I meet on the net or in real. I am way older to be in romance and I don’t have anything with me any woman can fall in love with (looks, money, skills, house, status) I just wanted to make that very clear to everyone now. I am a poet who lives with very limited set of priorities, I don’t plan much, and I almost live my life as life happens. There was a time when I loved and honestly I love that time. Now it is time for me just to write about it. Love in real is for people who are much more fortunate than I am.

The Uncared Whispers.

Oh how close were we and how further went we,
Hopes described but stood in the middle with eyes closed,
When right beside feeling breath we stayed,
Ah’ love indeed a double edged sword became.

Dearest, the net weaved for our own safety,
Now in it tangled the care and love of us,
And deep in the woods with creatures unknown live,
Looking for the feelings lost, crying for a drop of tear.

Never shown paths to a loving heart,
Always in suspicions of a criminal looked,
Oh’ the island you made in your own design,
Dance on it alone, in the rhythms of love songs I sung.

Dance the form of art, in music depends,
The best step in rhythm bound can only be poetic,
As in every step, in the rhythm of another heart you make,
The poetic heart of yours under your foot you crush.

My paths are clear, my life in simple priorities bound,
No dance moves, only whispers of soul unseen, heard,
As age binds and gives experiences of life you now know not,
Hear you will the whispers of your soul, the whispers I heard.

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This is a simple poem written with nothing in mind. I just thought I will write whatever comes into mind and look at what I ended up with. All sorts of things I normally don’t do when I write a poem is there in this poem.

A Happy Man.

The anger in loneliness I felt,
The sadness when unheard by the world I felt,
The frustration when ignored by world I felt,
Oh all by the view of one smile erased.

The silence that consumed all my words,
Many beautiful words went unheard,
Life flown away like tweeting bird,
Ah’ all given back when at my eyes you gazed.

Steps to a wonderful life gathered,
All around us as the songs of nature heard,
Brightness of day way beyond day lingered,
Ah’ as your face more than the full moon blazed.

Oh’ with your love my love you touched,
And my heart in the care of yours clutched,
Ah’ in my soul no more I feel untouched,
As from my heart doubts about love away you chased.

Ah’ the lover who slept deep in my soul woke,
And stories about dreams he saw he spoke,
All the dreams ended with the smiles you awoke,
Oh a happy man that left the world around amazed.

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Ten times she married and all ten she divorced,
Different professions they all held,
But none impressed her for long and all were gone.

Then came the lawyer who in love married her,
On their wedding night to her husband she told,
“Please be gentle, a virgin I still am”
“What?” the puzzled groom asked.
“How can that be if you’ve been married ten times?”
 With all charm at her new husband she looked,
And in a sweet low voice to him she told,

My first husband a sales man he was,
And kept on telling how great it was going to be.

My second husband in software services he was,
And was never sure how it was supposed to function,
But to me he said, he’d look into it and get back.

My third husband from field services he was,
To me he said, everything diagnostically checked out well,
But he couldn’t get the system up.

My fourth husband in telemarketing he was,
Known he when he had the order,
Didn’t know when he would be able to deliver.

My fifth husband an engineer he was,
The basic process he understood,
But three years he wanted,
To research, implement and design,
A new state-of-the-art method.

My sixth husband from finance and administration he was,
He knew how he thought,
My seventh husband in marketing he was,
Nice product he had,
But never sure he was how to position it.

My eighth husband a psychologist he was,
All he ever did was talk about it.

My ninth husband a gynecologist he was,
All he did was looking at it.

My tenth husband a stamp collector he was,
All he ever did was…. Oh’ God I miss him.

Now I am married to you a lawyer,
All excited I am, she almost screamed,
When her narration she finished.

The new husband in confusion to her asked,
It is good to hear your excitement but why?
She told him almost in tears,
“A lawyer you are O honey a lawyer you are,
This time I am sure I am gonna really get screwed.

 

The poem I posted above was written out of a joke my friend gave me. Have a great weekend everyone.

Roslyn is a wonderful charming girl. The problem in dealing with her is she looks way too younger than she is. She is about 24 years old but looks at least 8 years younger. Though no second look I gave the first time I saw. That smile made me very curious, then to a query from someone “How do one love such perfect beauty?” Here is the answer

To Love Roslyn

Spread through your smile, love, electrifying,
As gentle and gentle those eyes blinked,
The charm of kindness every vein absorbed,
No better ornament God can give Earth for her patience.

The western breeze through your hair moved in and out,
Great words and stereotyped love you don’t deserve,
As the essence of divinity one should learn,
To weave the web of love, with glow from souls as strands.

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Grace asked me again to write another poem… well poets at times are stubborn characters and won’t write anything until they are in a mood. But when a girl like Grace asks in all sweetness, this poet will write in all sweetness he can. Here it is.

Embrace Of Your Invisible Hands

The color filled light of morning like a bird sung,
About you the queen of the east,
In words all around the nature echoed.

“Seen a beauty in Angelic glow,
Oh’ from her eyes love like a river flow,
When touched her forehead only gladness felt,
Gladness that took heart and in adoration forever kept.

Ah’ when upon her eyes touched they blinked
That gave wings to this wandering wind,
With those wings of love forever fly I will,
And touch heavens in the depths of hearts in love I will.”

The beauty of you from material sight maybe gone,
Still the echo again and again heard,
And the embrace of your invisible hands again and again felt.

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In the next two days I will re-posting two poems. It is a reminder.

This is a good friend of me Grace. She is the one I used as a model to write this poem, as she requested me to write a romantic poem looking at her. I really don’t have the permission to put her picture in this site. I never asked that’s the truth. Still she is a charming, wonderful and above all a caring soul. Now don’t misunderstand me by guessing I am in love with this girl…woo, the time of me falling in love is over. Yeah, yeah yeah I know you all will say, there is no age to love and love see not age and all, blah, blah, blah… when it came to me those whom I loved and still love a lot just turned their faces away. Well as for Grace, I don’t talk to her with anything in mind so she knows it is okay to talk to me.

 I would’ve never told about Grace to anyone as there is nothing serious between us just that the situation in which this was written demands truth.  As for the poem I needed to keep it as simple as possible as I know otherwise she will not understand the poem at all.

 

The colors of life spring time shown,

And about wonders of beauty they spoke,

All around the nature they crown,

Beauty from your beautiful eyes they stole.

 

And to those colors I spoke,

In words and language none else known,

Ah’ those words made you smile,

Smiles that made universe in gladness sizzle.

 

The world of humans, fairies and angles in that sizzle woke,

And sang verses of chants in praise,

Of the wonderful soul that made all worlds wake,

From those praises, verses of love I found.

 

Those verses again and again I recited,

And the feelings made me gentle and calm,

All around the world for that love and beauty I searched,

And now in your eyes in all purity that love I see.

 

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