Gone By Days.
Gone By Days.
The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered,
Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided,
Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe,
About the flight when summer warmth in air dance,
And in the cold morning of the fall fly,
Through the falling leaves low,
The ones once were green and large and gave,
Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath.
Then about the migration paths to find,
Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost,
When to the southern thin and warm air fly,
But nothing down south can comfort,
Like the big green leaf’s touch,
When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds,
When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash,
And under it when with soaked feathers sit,
With nudging little ones for cover squeaking,
Yet another season unfolding,
Yet another set of events to come,
So much dynamism,
So much fascination,
Yet, results of events and actions,
Same as gone by days.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM All Rights Reserved 2010.
Using Xanga From Windows Mobile
I have a Treo 800w and I was looking for a tool I can use from my phone to update my blog on Xanga. I tried using the internet explorer but finding the submit button with Pocket IE is like hitting the powerball. Next I tried email posting, wow the post showed up after about 9 hours. I started googling and eventually figured out to use Windows Writer with my Treo here are the things I did to use it.
This is for those who don ‘t know how to use Windows Mobile with Xanga.
Go to this link Writer For Windows Mobile
Download Writer-NoInsatall-Beta2 and sync your phone with your computer and transfer it to your phone. I tried the directly downloading into my Treo. But the page keep on loading again and again.
Once you get the zip file into your Treo unzip the file and extract it all in a place where you can easily find it.
Go this folder /writer-noinstall/writer there you will find the executable named writer click on it. The writer for windows mobile application will come on. First it will ask you to do applications set up
Here are the settings.
Language -enUS
Savings Type- XML
check encrypt passwords servers
in Publishing articles I checked all the boxes
Click Save Settings.
There scroll down to Account Manager Click on the button
Click on Options–>New Account
In the Blog xmlrpc file URL:
Enter- htp://api.xanga.com/metaweblogapi
User
<<<your user name on xanga>>>>
Password
<<<your xanga password>>>
Protocol
MetaWebBlog.
make sure the mark server automatically is checked. Click add.
You are pretty much Okay to go. Go back and scroll up and click on the button New Article… enter your post and publish it.
It works for me. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.
Hope the Windows Mobile users will be able to blog more freely.
To Cheer Up A Drowning Mind.
Time in mind and all around grown old,
And wearing the worn out coat of winter left,
The new born daughter of time chased,
Everything living like a teenager confused.
As her colorful charm all around she spread,
A good thought old man time left, back to me came,
Ah’ made me feel same, like years back it did,
And the daughter to listen to my soul, through smiling flowers rested.
Then soul about the thought through thoughts spoke,
In through soliloquy then through thoughts again and again soul spoke,
Hours and hours in daytime let thoughts consume,
Many, many hours in sleep, through dreams whispered,
All in a nutshell from my soul meant.
Oh in your eyes forever twisted my mind maybe,
But in my thought a truth I trust,
That truth is love of a kind rejuvenated,
Everyday since the day we met,
In dreams with your hands held weaved.
Feelings of your own heart why not trust?
Feelings though far, far away and invisible,
To my soul and into my dreams you share.
Why not feel the truth than live a lie?
The listener got up and away she walked,
The same old story once more heartfelt she heard,
Bringing April rain for nature to dance,
To add more blooms to cheer up a drowning mind.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM All Rights Reserved. 2010
Plea Of The Lost Lover
Solo dancer will you show me steps?
Steps expressed the feelings from your heart.
Oh? follow I will upon those foot prints,
As first steps to your heart.
Serene Singer, will you hum a tune in your heart born?
A tune to this spring wind counterpoint,
Leaving loving feelings in the minds of all living,
For me to image your love in tune with my verse.
Silent lover a heartbeat of love will you give?
A beat with the feelings of this fading spring rhymes.
And blow life into every soul in hope,
A beat a billion more times for heart to beat inspire.
Sketching artist, will you draw the eyes of mine,
So that those eyes can look at you at least once in real,
As choices have taken you far,
Far away from my love.
A New View Of Beauty
When in the east, sun woke
Towards the west I looked,
And more glory than the spring morn sun on your face I saw,
Into those eyes merged,
The rays from every corner of nature reflected,
And each ray from your eyes rebirth,
Showing the world a new line of poem,
A new view of beauty.
In your soul with trust my love I leave,
As in your soul my love will become,
A poem of beauty, a prayer of sanctity,
And an anthem that echo beyond eternity.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM All Rights Reserved 2010
Loveless Actions
Loveless Actions.
Tired legs along unrighteous paths dragged,
Sounds in mind to thunders in nature dubbed,
And phantoms of gone by days wandered,
In dark cloaks, bare-footed and with smiles mocking,
The realities like wild creepers all over me creeping.
Oh every reality through reasons unknown torn,
And with unearthly nightmares bound.
No more wonderful feelings felt,
To nurture every loving feeling for you felt,
As with the phantoms your images merged,
Images your loveless actions from my mind plucked.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM All Rights Reserved 2010
Truth And Lie
A million times one can lie,
Fill soul with that lie,
Hallucinate about that lie,
Make believe that lie never die,
Fake joy about that lie.
Still a truth, that lie never will become,
As in the truth all unreal succumb.
Then a day will birth and mists of lie will wither,
The truth all around you will dance,
As no more in lies you can dance,
Hallucinations still from far will hunt,
But in every bit of life the truth will fill,
That Truth is my love for you,
The lie? You don’t love me at all.
Tragedy Of A Middle Aged Bachelor.
It is rather late or in another way, way early. There were people on my facebook still trying to chat with me like 15 min ago. I don’t know why so many people want to stay up late. Maybe they are all like me. How am I like? Good question. I thought about this couple of weeks and said to myself this. I am like just any other man one can find in the mirror if you are a man. If you are woman you may not give me a second look if you meet me at the street corner. That’s the case with majority of people however what makes the difference? It just that I am not a hypocrite or a person who get lost in the flow of the masses. I either swim away and get to calmness or I never get in the middle of the flow in the first place. Will that make me a protectionist? In a way yes, as I am the one person I should protect in the first place. As I keep myself at bay mostly these days many familiar faces gave me strange looks. Some faces don’t look at me anymore and some of them are fighting with their own shadows to erase my face from memory. All these makes me mind a blank white sheet on which, I am tried of writing story after story. Maybe I should just leave it blank so that someone will find it someday in someway to write a new story and make this strange face unique leaving a smile on this face.
The above said thought at that time kinda triggered a writing at that time. 15 or 16 days later I just felt the same after reading what I wrote. Hope you all find this strange writing a little familiar.
Tragedy Of A Middle Aged Bachelor.
The nightly stars one by one bowed away,
Far across the landscape darkness bound,
The spring mist with hollow dreams,
The wind in haste joined them in dance,
The lame morning somewhere in east yawned.
The old moon hid under the blanket of light,
Lazy birds from branch to branch of a flowerless tree hopped,
No songs, just screeches of nesting nightly bugs,
Bats with stomach full upside down lay and flapped their wings,
The blank journal page in light cold breeze turned.
The tired eyes in waiting for an unseen daydream drooped,
None seen as all ended like the journal page bye breeze turned,
As everyday felt like yesterday,
And yesterday to tomorrow cloned.
Yet another spring morn between yesterday and tomorrow lost.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM .2010 All Rights Reserved
Your Dream Fulfillment.
It was early in the morning. I finished my late night blogtv show and wanted to go to bed. On my way I was humming a very old Hindi song. I don’t remember the words of the Hindi song at all only tune came to my mind. The only thing I remember was that song got something to do with Sapne(dream) so I started making my own words in English and started singing the first two paragraph of this poem. The rest of the poem I wrote after I woke up. As usual I gave it about a week time to see if I myself like it. Here it is.
Your Dream Fulfillment.
Minted by the spring mist,
In the glory of season stood,
Oh in eyes light you carried,
The light of fulfilled dreams.
Upon the wings of winds sat,
Over mountains and sea flown,
Caressing cheeks of a maiden,
Wishing for her love in lifetimes ahead.
Inside the tunes of a lullaby sat,
And into the soul of a maiden looked,
Dreams of morrows in there sprouted,
Oh’ the fulfillment of those dreams lullaby sang.
Inside a new bloomed flower sat,
Kissed a maiden’s lips again and again,
Her dreams of love one by one fulfilled,
And then light of a soul in love in her eyes saw.
Minted by the rays of autumn evening,
The golden rays clearing ways,
Oh’ the light from your eyes took birth,
And a soul as your dream fulfillment casted.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM .2010 All Rights Reserved