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.
Your poetry is so mesmerizing, so beautiful…..
I love summer…hate snow! I hate the heat though. Whoever invented air conditoners SHOULD be sainted! lol
P.S.: I have sound on my comp again…and I’m liking the music playing!
Beautiful post and poem. I hope it cools off where you are soon. Heat…can drive a tender mind mad.
-Gia:)
I love reading your thoughts. “I don’t watch T.V. news. All the news channels are filled with one name Dennis”, this made brought on a light laugh. Julianne Moore truly is beautiful. Funny your view, you could throw dirt on her and she’d still be beautiful. The belief of Vezhambal soudns wise. I never pray to god, I never verbally speak to god. I think to god and silently speak to a god. For I now that if a god is truly existence, he will know my heart and understand what I yearn, he’d hear it in my head before it is said. But my wish to god would be the same, to give me a lover. I am beginning to loathe loneliness. I always see love in your poetry, see it and understand the want for it.
i like this verse:
Let me take your hands and pray,
For being with you in the life after death.
it really caught my attention, this is a beautiful poem, i really like it.
in reply to my post, all those words, thoughts etc. dont really kill you not physically but mentally. like literaly. its crazy, i think thats why so many people find it hard to live their life, even though it isnt that complicated.
but in reality it is kinda hard.
poetry really helps make life easier.
ive never believed in God, nor do i pray to one, but your depiction of believing in and praying to one is a beautiful one.
A more traditional, almost ballad like form. Certainly there is no sterility in your writing.
I spent ages 16 – 24 in India, I also write poetry, I’ve written about 2000 in the last 3 years. A very Bhakti poem, kinda reminds me of Gibran or Tagore or someone.
The powdery white monster.
Stick deoderant? For the hot weather?
he he