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Some months back I announced the next book I am publishing. “Yesterdays And Romantic Feelings” That’s the name of the book. It took a while to convince the publisher to go ahead with the book as is in this tough economic times. Couple of weeks back I was just sitting at home watching TV. when this idea came to my mind. I am going to change the whole book. The 125 poems in the book will like a big poem of 125 words. So lot more writing to do. I pulled the book from almost the edge of printing. So my initial estimate is about eight weeks of writing to connect them all. You all will love it… I guarantee it. hehehe

  Here is a poem I wrote during a storm. Hope most of you know how to read between the lines. aha.

The Vanished Words.

The wind upon the trees lashed, unopposed,
The woods in the wild dance of the western wind swayed,
The Owl still howled as hunger about any storms never cared,
The ground again and again shook,
As thunder blasted and the ground by fiery lightnings pierced,
As these sights embedded into memory in my mind sprouted,
Verses about calm and peace.

Night and storms bolted as his muscles Sun shook,
And Sun through every corner of the morning pierced,
And like a lover looking for love, light to every corner spread,
Dust raised and out of the windows crept through the peeping rays,
The new bloomed glories and violets,
The old tunes from the throats of the Cardinals, well rested,
Ah’ a line of verse upon the tip of my tongue danced, well weaved.

The innocence of the child, even in cries
The eagerness on the face of the teenager, even in naughtiness
The all lost look upon the face of man in mid-age crisis,
The fear on the face of the slow driving oldie,
Oh’ many words weaved in verses and then broke,
And those words in innocence, eagerness, lost thoughts, fear,
Vanished as past, present and future was what was seen.

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There is confusion about a relationship. Well was or is? Just don’t know. That’s the confusion. In that situation one can only look back not ahead, because the present is in a pause and future is based on present. While look back at every relationship, one can see the mistrust and doubts and everything associated with it. It is the very thought like that that made me write this poem. Hope you all will enjoy it.

Turbulent Beginnings

The Sights and sounds are feuding when at your beauty I look,
Love holding the hands of wind and around us fly,
Birds through the winds glide,
And in your eyes I see,

The origin of all ups and downs of this moment.

Oh’ the turbulent gone by days,

Like thick dark clouds on a summer day hide,

To come and strike us with thunderbolts in the dark of night,

Turbulent those days always are,

In the beginning of every relationships,

Though the inevitable turbulence shook,

Us beyond every imagination of us,

Ah’ the doubtful thoughts,

The sarcastic remarks with vengeance,

The eagerness to know the unknown of each other,

The at the end of the day when known,

About the love of each other,

Tear filled apologies and embraces that made us one.

Oh’ all the pain heart went through,

All the sleepless nights,

The shed tears and the tears held,

The wonderful words spoken and the sharp sarcasms said,

When holding you in my arms I realize,

I can go through it all a million times again and again,

As the prize for all the effort worth,

Millions of lifetimes enslaved in love for you.

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I am not going to write much about anything today. Just going to release this poem for you all to read.

A Question From Day To Day Events.

The tarot reader shown a clown with a sword,

The warrior walked away dragging his dirty bag,

The one who play evil in the drama wiped,

Her sweat filled forehead upon her naked upper arms.

The dancing peacock kept on dancing,

As lashed around the warm rain drowning dust,

Lovers kissed upon lips just to give a feeling of jealousy,

Still eyes scavenged for a sight that gives happiness.

Oh life why not dance along with the peacock,

Give every sense a moment of pleasure,

As pain was all you ever gave,

Courage you are not as into a system for you built,

Slowly you danced as fate stood invisible and laughed.

The wise from their wisdom learned,

Past is a molded iron rod impossible to melt,

Present is molten iron ore in a furnace of fierce heat,

Future pieces of lumber all around scattered,

From it all I will try and try and again I will try,

To make a piece of art for generations to enjoy,

With chisels made of the molten iron ore,

Will you bless me with the glimpse of your face?

A model who once outlived every emotion with passion,

Now dancing with my life far, far away from where I am.

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Its been a while since you all heard from me. Thanks for the concerned messages. I appreciate it a lot. You all are family to me.

  I was away in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Though Riaz Ahammed was born in India, That’s where LonelyPoet birthed. Looks like someone cursed me when I literally lived there with everything one can imagine. I cannot go back to Milwaukee. I tried for 9 years. It just don’t happen. In the end I took every resource of mine and tried to get a job there last year well you all know how the economy did last year. Pssst… now I am working my ass off to pay off the debts. Done with that place.

   The tooth fairy is still bitching in my mouth. Damn my teeth became so sensitive damn I cannot properly chew anything. So last couple of weeks I was angry too. I may work in this weekend and I don’t have anything to do this weekend anyway. The movie that came out was Harry Potter… When I saw the first movie I told my friends, I will stop watching Harry Potter the moment the kids starts to kiss each other. Well they all grew up to be young adults. (maybe I am still stuck up at the age of 18). I will look to see another movie. Looks like the weather here going to be around in lower 70s. So I may not work. I just don’t know. Lets see. I will keep you all posted.

  Have a great weekend

Time Without Her.

Glad are you without her words,

And in triumph dances,

Holding hands of thin air in freedom,

As far, far away she is from this unfortunate lover,

In spirit and material, too far.

An old gramophone played aloud,

An evergreen tune that played on,

Even after the gramophone stopped,

Mind not ready for a flashback,

Into the darkness of eyelids looked,

That said it was still dark outside.

Promise me mind you will never talk,

About her love for me,

About the days in you mind I wished,

To love her in every passion, compassion,

Every emotion God blessed me with,

Oh many promises I gave you O mind,

And made them grow like naughty pets,

All of them I murdered,

And in pain I fell O’ I fell in defeat,

As the promise to me she gave,

She murdered mercilessly.

Many faces in my mind burned,

Though sobbed inside, tears in eyes held,

Still I realize her worth to me,

As still every beat of my heart,

Echoes a verse I meant to say,

Praising her love for me.

But without her life will go on,

Days don’t care who lives through it,

Birds don’t care who listen to their songs,

Haters don’t care who likes them.

But still mind keep on whispering,

Counterpointing the echo of my heart,

A name I gave her symbolizing my love,

A name which means my darling.

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If you have read the last poem “A Step To Tomorrow” you may get a lot of connection to this poem. I haven’t said it in recent times the way I write poems. I write a lot and then I go through an editing process what I edit out, I call it “Left Over Lines”. Most of the time it makes no sense to add these lines to the poem at all. So they remain in my hard drive. Sometime after couple weeks after I wrote those lines I may be able to make those Left over lines into a poem of its own. I wrote A Step To Tomorrow on May 15^th and on May 26^th when I came back home from a long weekend trip I sat alone and picked up the paper on which I printed out the left over lines. I made some changes here and there and here it is.. The name may not really connect instantly to the poem but read the first paragraph carefully. You will know what the hell I was going through.

Have a great evening everyone.

Wish Of A Wandering Soul.

Drag me mind, to the hell of love, drag,

Screamed and screamed to find in mind and all around,

Insanity that from mind may take away,

Thoughts, dreams, hopes and a lot of love for her soul

A mind with hopes and wishes filled,

A mind that thrives to be heard,

And unheard the mind always remained,

To see that mind nature shedding tears waited,

When those wishes and hopes nature with showers showered,

Oh’ with the radiance of nine divine gems seen,

The silhouette of yours still filled in every corner of soul.

In the depths of mind forever you will remain,

When weariness of world from every corner clutches,

That silhouette in whispers will sing to heart,

Lullabies praising the love of mine to you.

Though you left me in my mind leaving,

A glow that never will lose its shine,

And time in the wilderness of life may fade,

Memories from every material corner,

But the ways that glow you left show,

Oh my soul forever in those ways will wander,

Oh’ forever to feel the feeling of yours will wander.

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I was late in everything today. There are those days when nothing really works as mind don’t process the present but stay way back. Yeah, this is one of those days. Towards the end of the day I pulled out this poem. Even though it was copyrighted to be here, I thought I may never post this poem in public. The substance of this poem is very personal. A person who is strange to me will not understand the depth of sadness I need to undergo and how much of it I needed to erase to bring out what came out of it. Love is a monster I should have never waked. But what the hell, it all happened at the wrong time with the wrong person and in the most unrealistic ways.

 I said….mmmm the “F” bomb hehehe

Then I said, no one cares, so what the hell, post the poem. Some day in some way some unfortunate person is going to find a connection. Then my love will rest in peace.

Have a great evening everyone.

A Step To Tomorrow.

Oh’ about every object of beauty I wrote,

As the beauty of every creation of God gave,

A feeling in my senses took no shape,

But every time one of my senses the feeling touched,

Upon my face the feeling spread a smile.

The drag net of life all around dragged,

Like an elusive squid Oh’ again and again I slipped,

Life into the darkest depths of unknown took,

Oh’ even then into the depths of my mind touched,

A feeling that in the insights of mine sprouted,

A million blooming flowers in a never ending garden.

Oh through that garden many times I walked,

Into the depths of life’s unknown many times I swam,

Over the rainbows many times I ran,

And birds of many colors this whistling poet stalked,

As every possible imaginations decades brought,

Oh through it all one by one I went,

Ah’ I lost the feeling or the feeling abandoned me I know not.

The summer wind blew from west and then to every corner flew,

The rays of sun brought heat beneath skin that boiled the blood,

Stars at night faded in the dust devils that went up high,

The wrath of mother nature in the early morning calmed,

As drizzles from above cooled the earth deep inside,

And mind in the smell of new born dust sizzled,

And ears in the sounds of thunder opened more,

Sun in the color of the cooled down blood rose,

And the union of all these beauties danced,

Oh’ I my prayers from whispers to screams evolved,

All went quite, no smell of dust, in the heat of sun, skin burned,

Then mind to soul whispered,

“The past can only echo a long lost voice,

History means nothing to the future,

Gather the present, walk to morrows”.

One last time to the long lost voice I listened,

One last time the page of history I turned,

And the lessons to the future I take,

A smile upon my face sprouted,

When closing the pages of my past with your images filled,

That long lost feeling filled every corner of mine.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. 2009-2015 All Rights Reserved

After a fantastic weekend I am back at work. I had a dental appointment and needed to do a show on blogtv. Yesterday was good and today was better but the weather oh’ boy. It is really bad out here heat index is about 107…. Damn Well other than that little busy with work and I came to work late too. I may be doing a show later tonight.. Scott my friend is doing a show too so if I don’t reach home in time I won’t do the show tonight. But my xanga family (the ones that betrayed me and left trashing promises are not included) here is a poem for you all. Well what I told in the poem is true.

The Dead Lover.

Torn thoughts like little devils haunt,

And from the depths of mind boomerang,

Memories of those years when a crystal he carved,

From the depths of his soul with all the feelings filled.

Oh’ all the innocence of childhood days he poured,

And the crystal with yellow light glowed,

The confusion of all his teenage days he poured,

And the crystal with blue light glowed,

The fighting anger of the young man he poured,

And the crystal with red light glowed,

Then the crystal mixed all of those he poured,

And into his soul imprinted,

Verses of life times ahead,

Verses that praised love of her.

A million colors through the crystal sprouted,

And in every ray saw the smile of her,

But oh’ the dearest darling of him left it all,

Ah’ the crystal, back into his soul she thrown,

As into a wild world a nose dive she took,

Far, far away from his senses she fell,

And the helpless warrior in loveless confusion fell.

Silence in his mind echoed,

And every where a gloom spread,

When the glow of the crystal taken away,

Oh’ inevitability through life pierced,

And every moment when the crystal its shape took,

He should have thought about the moment that bleeds,

And dissolved what came out of the essence of life.

Oh’ no enemy killed this warrior,

As he never fought anyone with any sword, bow or gun,

Just dreams, hopes and it all filled in to make a lot of love,

And from her mind never will he die,

And the crystal bound to his soul forever will survive,

And red light into the crystal forced its way,

Even when darkness in every corner and senses filled.

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I did a wonderful show yesterday on blogtv presenting some of my latest writings there. It is fascinating how much people love to see a show, any show. The show makers should become a bit more open in making wonderful shows there. There are some amazing people I found there… Mike Mozart(jeepersmedia) Gayle(GodBlessHumanity) Chandra(BlondeRootsProduction) TiciRika(Federika) Natalie Ann, etc. They all amazed me inspired and encourage me to be better. I am glad when I do a show but this weekend I will not be doing a show as I am going to drive tomorrow aha.

   Here is a poem hope you all will understand what I am talking about. It was first named “The Play” by the time I ended the poem, the play does not matter, actors mattered that’s what this is all about.

Just Read…

May you all have an amazing weekend filled with joy, laughs and lot and lots of love.

The Solitary Actor.

The curtains have gone up,

From every corner light faded in,

And the play with ear piercing screams started,

Oh’ what wonders this play to show,

Though plot-less in every way this play in making.

Actors for the roles to play in this play, came,

And for the roles for them given, some never fit,

Ah’ some during this dynamic play, fallen away,

Some in silence stared but in mockery smiled inside,

And some ran away as far as they can unknowing,

What this play is all about and remained far.

The greatest wonder of this dynamic play,

The plot through the play, unfolded,

Oh’ none known the plot ahead of time,

But time known and in time were written,

Who play what role in this play,

Still some abandoned the play by their own choice.

Tales of innocence the play first told,

Then tales of adventures the play played,

Song of romance in happiness and sadness the play sung,

Then the survival of it all the play portrayed.

The wonder of the play got over,

Faces lost colors and faded,

Actors gone, curtains torn,

Most actors are part of the audience now,

Some actors faded into oblivion,

Oh’ the play going on and on though light started fade,

One actor trying hard to fill in the stage,

Playing every possible part in the most dramatic ways,

Restless, yet, that actor won’t stop until fallen,

He chose to remain in the play,

As while acting in a play none in audience up close will see,

The tear filled eyes of a lover whom none ever loved.

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What’s up folks? Are you all having a good time around. There are some who are bored even when they have companions. Honestly I would rather have no one than a boring g/f. I am enjoying summer. It is really cool here where I live. The only summer trip I am going to have is to Milwaukee Summer Fest. Unlike last year, I am working these days. So can’t take too many days off.  But I will be there. I am feeling good now as mouth is all healed except for a bit of numbness I feel on the left side of my mouth. Hopefully I will be able to eat steak in couple of days. J

  This poem I wrote this poem some two weeks back. It was a spontaneous writing. No plans, no ideas kept in mind just when I was sitting with a lot of pain in my mouth after the surgery I took the pen and started writing this. I wanted to say so much as so many things came to my mind out of thin air but the pain ate it all. What came after that pain and poetry circus was this. Honestly I like this one, you may not do that but I did after reading what I myself wrote,  just patted on my cheeks and said.. classy… even though it gave me a little more pain… hahaha.

Enjoy the poem.

A Daughter’s Tears.

The train wheels over the rails grinded,

The rhythm of the sleepers slowly gained momentum,

Sleep deprived night and day, Oh’ the cold she felt,

Of the metal bars on her cheeks,

Again and again she blinked and every blink a question raised,

A question asked by many who saw her that day,

They all behind her back murmured as her eyes looked,

Like two marbles, cold, solid, yet without tears.

The question spread again and again,

“Why she shed no tears when her dad died?”

Though mind filled with pain gloomed,

The drag of the train moved everything behind,

And with it mind got dragged through sleep,

And she felt those big hands holding,

Her for the first time as her first breath she took.

Then the pleasant dream into her mind shown,

Him holding her and helping her walk,

Upon his foot her tiny soft foot she kept,

Afraid but felt secured in every step she laid,

Oh’ what fantastic life he helped her walk.

Memories of her screams in his hands,

When he held her in his arms in pool to teach her swim,

And the long walks and runs on the beach,

Chasing crabs and gathering tiny pebbles and shells.

From tree house or bike every time she fell,

Sat down with her holding her hands with his eyes filled,

Stood stern when to the wrong paths she ventured, guiding,

Her back to the paths of truth and sanctity.

Oh’ her mind that father read as he got her everything he can,

Even before her wish she spoke,

But without asking when she held the hands of her love first,

From far looked, smiled and away he walked, shaking head.

Her dad brought up the little girl to a lady of honor,

Every lesson about the world to her he taught,

Life took that pretty girl and made her symbol of perfection,

Of womanhood O’ perfected in the love of fatherhood.

Life is a merciless, senseless, passionless monster,

Took her away and that day the dream shown,

When holding the tears with smiles and shivering hands sent,

A daughter to her ways which she chose from the wisdom he taught.

When every bit of life lived as a man, husband and a great father,

Oh’ that father left no stone unturned,

A life to the fullest lived and he left leaving a heaven of memories.

She woke up with tears flowing from both her eyes,

As in her mind echoed the truth of her tearless eyes earlier,

And the flowing tears when only memories remained,

Ah’ those tears came not in the death of a man,

But in the celebration of the life of a great father,

Oh’ they brought in those eyes those happy tears.

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