Dramatic times. A lot ofthings happening at the same time and I have no time to deal with itall. Well in between I sometime take my pen and write. There are manypoems, here is one of them. Rest of them, you know where they are. I amchanging big time. One change I made a heart breaking one I sold my carthe 1999 VW Beetle my car for seven years. I loved it but it no longerfits me as I cannot carry all my personal belongings in it. You all maylaugh which one I bought. No suspense or riddles. A new Honda OdysseyMini Van. I was looking a big vehicle and it was comfortable and bigenough to take all my things. There are many changes to follow. Waitand see. One thing that will never change me being a poet. Here we go…
A Look From Outside.
The silky sunlight of the spring morn spread,
Across the horizon and through the window peeped,
A soul without dreams in the peace of sleep,
Now in the warmth and brightness felt disturbed.
Watched DVDs and heard CDs on the floor scattered,
Pages with unfinished verses thrown around,
A half empty mug with English breakfast tea sits,
With half eaten peanut butter, jelly sandwich upon a plate lay,
Waiting to be thrown out and from this half-rotten prison free.
Oh’ in the days that passed, about a normal life he dreamt,
What unfolded before him was the path of a vagabond,
Every aspiration through the fantasy flight took,
And from heights down was thrown,
When upon the broken wings of dreams face down fell,
One more image of a lost cause in memory engraved.
The uniqueness of his self misunderstood,
The aggressive talks and the uncompromising honesty,
Truth of life and love with stubbornness held,
But, unaccepted, isolated and unbearable he became,
In a world where love lost all its meanings to immorality.
Alone, empty and away he walked,
From all that don’t need him,
In through the depths of everything negative he survived,
With a heart, with passions and prayers filled,
But a squeeze inside his chest felt,
Freezing his spirit and flesh in cold,
Every corner of his body through fives senses succumbed,
Into unbearable pain of parting, losing and sadness,
When eyes he looked into did not glitter,
When words he said into the silence of the other vaporized,
And the clutches of loneliness through the soul once more pierced.
Wiping away the drops of tears, he lied down,
The night through every sense crawled in,
Darkness covered piercing every thought darker,
Sleep, the virtual death, consumed,
The subconscious when sadness overwhelmed,
The deeper the sleep became the deeper memory slept,
Erasing the tiny hope of normal life once more,
Mind in deep sleep, blank as the mind of a newborn became.
Now the cold have left the town
The warmth returned with the silky spring morn sun,
Upon his face with the new season’s magic rolled,
Without any memory of the wrongs that happened,
The silky bright spring morn with cheerfulness he faced,
Unknowing once more, for him nothing but the nature changed,
In the wild weird world of humanity.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM
