Month: August 2006

Mad Tuesdays haha that’s what I always call Tuesdays. But nothing mad happened. Everything felt fast. Here is the poem. Now you will know why I held these poems back as those poems will be released one by one. It will tell you a pattern of events that repeats in my life. Read and try to understand. If you don’t understand then feel free to ask me. Okay..

    

08/08/06.

 

The morning felt brittle on me as I woke,

Tranquility, Oh it was tranquility I felt,

Of my own mind from past miseries released.

 

Daytime passed me to unknown destinations,

Evening lingered to hear my mindless soliloquy,

Before my thoughts degenerated, the evening too left.

 

Fell asleep before darkness danced,

Then woke up into a deep dark night in hallucinations,

Oh’ what many nightmares I saw, I don’t know,

Memories recorded none, as none was worth,

Thought a little more and renewed this pledge I wrote,

A long time back in the dying nightingale’s song,

“ I will rather live as a broken hearted,

 Thank break any lovers heart”.

 

None to listen, none to see a silly mind’s vows,

Turned off the light to see the darkness in full,

And pleasant it all became when I saw Sirius far,

That gave me a thought of the future to come,

Then I said, “Even after billions of miles you traveled,

And many, many years passed, Oh’ light of Sirius, you still light,

The gloomy mind of this poet half asleep”

The light too gloomed as the half sleep became full.

 

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What a way last day ended I thought, then woke up into another wonderful Monday. I felt good. And what I felt good is what this poem is all about. I wrote it and kept it. I deliberately fell back from being current with these poems. Yesterdays will become current in the next week.

I love you all my readers. Have a great week ahead of ya all.

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08/07/06.

 

Right and wrong I know not,

As dark and light depend on each other,

That which is right to you, may be wrong for me,

That which is wrong for us may be right for the world,

Oh’ world wake up with, wake up now, I said,

When waking up into the light around me flourishing.

 

The dawn stepped away aristocratically,

Leaving more of everything in all brightness,

There is royalty in this day, to my mind I said,

The me too walked in the aristocracy of the day.

 

The losing glory of the summer I noticed,

The fall some where far away in laziness sleeps,

May be she is telling herself, should I go and kill all green,

And through me to the world bring,

The clutches of the winter freeze?

 

Oh’ I can make a hundred scenarios or stories,

I can write a million lines of verse about all unknown,

The well made bed is a truth I see now,

The well cooked food I ate no illusion,

When crawling under the comforter I said,

“The beauty of life is in its truth,

And the best of the truth is still unknown,

That makes it more beautiful”.

 

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Okay everyone… thedays of suspense is over. Here it is I am posting the poem for lastSunday. The poem kinda speaks by itself. But, here is a brief detailabout what happened. Through a friend I found this girl, a wonderfulgirl. She is amazing, understanding and caring. This poem is about thatincident as last Sunday was filled with the thoughts about that girl.See and Read.

    

Here She Is…Maria.    

08/05/06.

 

A long day left for the night giggles to listen,

The night left none as the next day crept in from the east.

 

“Roll on globe, roll on”, I said when waking up late,

And the lazy me in front of my computer sat,

Email, IMs, Oh’ no fed up I am,

My blogs and ‘Yesterdays’ Oh mind boggling misery,

Dragged I through the morn and around noon time,

An email I got from a pretty, far, far away.

 

Her interest, her charm, her prettiness in those wonderful eyes,

Oh’ a moment may change me long time back I thought,

That moment had come at last knocking on my door,

Day went by with her thoughts,

Day of passions have returned,

Some where in the depths of mind blossomed a flower,

With her face upon every petals.

 

Oh’ I loved the evening like I loved the feeling,

Wonderful evening left for the night,

Leaving a calm in the mind overwhelmed,

In the pleasantness of seeing a face in my mind imprinted.

 

When upon the couch I laid down stretching my legs,

And saying my nightly prayers,

I know all faces from my mind erased,

As her face with all the charm filled every corner of my soul.

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This is a named poem outside of the “Yesterdays” poem. The poem meant for 08/06/06 is on hold now for obvious reasons. Haha…. I like riddles and suspense. The best response is unseen to all. It came from a darling girl, a wonderful blessing. Thank you very much.

 

 I know I don’t want to leave my dirty minded readers, the innocent readers and other readers who don’t understand a word I write who still reads so that they don’t have to lie to me, empty handed into a weekend.

 

  Last night it rained and all the heat was gone and a slight chill was felt. For the first time in weeks I turned off the air conditioner in the room and slept. Today I am wearing long sleeves instead of the half sleeve T-Shirts that keeps my tummy bulging out like a balloon. After I had my Tuna sandwich from Quiznos for lunch I came back and started drinking my favorite Sobe Nirvana drink. Then I said “haha here it comes” Typed the following poem in exactly seventeen minutes. Then I said to myself. “Not bad my man” everyone around looked at me walking out patting my own cheeks taking my phone and cigarettes for the first smoke of the day.

 

Unsung Line Of Verse.

 

“The scents of the spring by summer wiped away,

The sun through the summer days danced,

Now tired even the summer heats fades,

When drops of fall all around me fall,

The scent of the spring and the summer warmth,

Felt everlasting upon your beauty O my dear.”

Said I to a beauty who said those words so special,

Blown out a kiss and danced to the tune of my favorite rock.

 

Oh’ meaningless remain every word I say,

And pointless becomes every action of mine,

Still beauty of a beauty I always admire,

And in that beauty, many heartfelt verse dissolve,

As senses in unity to absorb the beauty failed,

But in admiration sings songs of romance.

 

Oceans, mountains, plains, valleys and deserts,

Oh’ everything beautiful in its own way,

I am lost in everyway when upon those my mind compared,

Your beauty that glowed with colors unseen,

And comparison sucked all meanings out of everything beautiful,

Even then beautiful you stand,

Than all those in my imaginations I see.

 

Should I love you, no, I should not, as love see no beauty,

Should I run far, far away, as in passions my mind I may lose,

No, I should not, as beauty of this kind nature cannot show,

As the whole nature stands still in the beauty of yours.

 

Oh’ beautiful girl see my eyes and see my verse,

Sing my verse in the beat of your heart,

See me dance in the rain of the fall,

And hear me whistle with the howling winter wind.

 

Oh’ a thousand lines of verse about your beauty I may weave,

In simple words that speaks to every heart,

But when winter takes your arms

And all those flowers and leaves were shed,

Still in my heart a line of verse will remain,

The unsung one about the love I felt,

When first you looked at my eyes and smiled.

 

 

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What a weekend it was, I woke up early and went out with my friend Shaun. He is this guy I met here in the hotel I stay. He bought me lunch at the riverfrontbarge then we went for a movie at the Crossgates Mall. I was wandering through the mall and saw this girl and guy in a small rack in the middle of the way selling lotions. I stretched my hand and she looked at my hands and said “ What happened to your hands?” I said that’s the way it is always. Dry. She said come here and took me to the other side and put my hands in a bowl and told me “ I am going to fix your hands” she put something like sand on my hands and rubbed it hard. It smelt good and I kept it on for sometime. In the meanwhile she was asking me where I am from and what do I do and all. Then I asked her. What is it she put me in my hands. She said “Dead Sea Salt” I looked at her and said “Really? Is it really Dead sea salt?” She said “Yes, all the things in the stall and the sales person is from Israel”. I told her my name and still both she and her boyfriend were really friendly and was asking about my family in India. I asked them “Are all you family away from the whole war and violence going on out there” She said they are way south from any attacks that is going on there. I wished them luck and left with a prayer in mind. In all honesty that salt really worked. My dry, hard hands are soft now. Too soft for my Pirate and Alien rings in my hands. Then on the way into the movie “Miami Vice” I thought… the dealing between Muslims and Jews can be as violent as what is going on in the middle east or as friendly like what just happened. The manipulators of religion, they are everywhere, fighting and killing unknowing, religion is a matter of choice of the individual.

 Now the poem… this poem has got nothing to do with incident above. At the end of the day I thought there is something going to happen. It is for the good. I carried that thought to the next day and something happened. Suspense…. Can’t speak about it yet. haha

 

08/05/06.

 

The waves of light into my room rolled,

And with the cold air from the air conditioner danced,

Waking up all the dreams rolled out too and danced,

And away into thin air and the morning light they faded.

 

Unusual and unnecessary on a weekend morn I woke,

My weekend routine way early started,

And ended early with mind blank all day,

Oh’ just me, myself and some thoughts,

And a feeling felt in the air I don’t understand.

 

Oh’ may be the arrival of the unknown,

Or may be the hinge in the mind of an insane,

Oh’ in these mindless hot summer days,

Live I will, taking everything as is.

 

When closed my eyes to fall into sleep,

I only saw a vulture sharpening his teeth,

With my eyes, with my hands and my smile,

That pretty, hungry vulture may be seeing a meal so close.

 

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Mo Cuishle,

 Congratulations, you know what that is for… anyway…. You know be careful while visiting my sites late nights. I only sleep four hours in the night. If that get disturbed I will be pissed off the rest of the day next day. Poor colleagues they are feeling the steam. Then in my mind I said and laughed… haha Mo Cuishle, you did a nice job.

   There are a lot of things happening around me. Well… I am not going to tell you that. I once made a protected post for you too. Then I deleted that post as I know nothing is finalized yet or reached a stage where I can speak anything about it. Haha. Suspense…

 

Have a great evening Mo Cuishle and convey my regards to your mom for teaching you to drive and Billy for his support.

Riaz Ahammed.

Loud and clear are thoughts. All can do this if they listen. Girlfriends, Boyfriends, Work, School, Vacations, Money, Children etc, etc. You name it, people get distracted from what they can and they should do. Then they whine and whine and whine like a teenage girl. For me no girlfriends, no boyfriends as I am not gay, I don’t care a lot about work and money as it comes and goes. In my knowledge no children, I go for vacation when I want to do it even if it is going to cost me a lot for loss of hours at work not when the boss tell me I can go, I don’t go to school as I am done learning crappy science and math, history written by stoned historians and other garbage they teach at school. In a nutshell none of these matters to me. None of these should matter to you anyone either. Still they are all tired by the end of the week.

    Last Friday I wrote this…. Then I thought… should I really post it. What will the world think that I spitting up in air lying on my back? Think whatever you want world, I am my own world.

 

A place I hang out during weekends. In the blazing heat, this place is a real comfort. The shades, greenery and walkway wow it is really poetic. 

08/04/06.

 

Did the big bang brought to us light?

Or was it all dark like the sky before dawn?

 

I asked many questions, many, many times to thin air,

Stupidity has its limits, but stupidity keeps one sane,

Said I to myself as through another day I crawled,

Silly thoughts and weird actions Oh’ all crippled,

Mind and body way ahead of my age,

Still the glimmers of a glass half full found its way,

To my mind that thrived to find a way out,

From these spiraling events that gloomed in the summer heat.

 

Vulture I am when waiting is inevitable,

Evening shut down the sun far away in the west,

Through the window, while waiting for a thought to sleep with,

A cool breeze lost his way and upon my face landed,

Then like a subterranean Orchid bloomed, mind in thoughts woke,

And told me “The glass is not half full,

It was always full, as it remained untouched”.

 

 

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I wrote this poem last Thursday. From a thought that came to my mind while driving back from work. Read the poem and the footnote.

I took this picture at work. This is the first picture I took with my new toy. Sony Cyber Shot DSC-W100 8.1MP camera. I first thought it is so small, but the guy is good. I deliberately blurred the screen to avoid the code being seen. I use two computers at work one for emails another for programming. Imagine the work haha.  

08/03/06.

 

The morning came with precious time,

Glory of summer flowers waving,

At the blazing sun who looks not,

Rushed away the morn with no smile upon face,

And left the single hearted with thoughts of gloom.

 

Then through the digital magnificence to you I came,

The gladness I saw upon your face when you read my words,

Gladness it was what from my heart sprouted,

Looked around the day who was piercing his clutches,

And with a mocking smile I said,

“ Look at my sweet heart smiling in happiness,

Look at her and learn who happiness can be spread,

Oh’ in her I see the happy thoughts about my verse,

Verses that praise her beauty both spiritual and material.”.

 

The day with a bowed head walked away,

And in the beauty left in mind by her, my heart danced,

Oh’ the evening joined me hand in hand,

And stayed long, showing light for my mind to sip,

Every bit of this happy day, slowly, steadily and fully.

 

Oh’ night with a warm smile came and caressed,

My cheeks and eyes showing far away stars,

The net of darkness closed inch by inch,

And away a wonderful dream carried,

Through the paths of sleep that lighted up,

With the memories of her beautiful smile.

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Who is she? I don’t know.

 

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A day of imaginations… that’s it.  Read.

  The place where poems are born.. haha.. I usually sit in this couch with my computer on top of the so called “PoetryBox” you can see the wooden box there are some drafts still remaining in the box. The major one the first drafts of the last two chapters of “Tess Of The D’Urbervilles”. It is sitting there for more than a year now. I will finish it someday. You can also see the webcam… I don’t use it much these days except when my mother or sister ask to see me.

08/02/06.

 

The monster morning waving wands of warmth came,

And into my ears through a mellow wind said,

“Wake up to the day, wake up into light,

Though the brightness of the dreams you see,

Even the sun with the chariots of fire can’t match,

Still, the summer day, bright and warm, waiting,

For the footsteps of souls like yours,

The evening Oh’ she is in love with you,

And the night, like an ever accepting mother,

Will always be there, for you to confide.

Wake up now, wake up now, wake up now.”.

 

Story-less into oblivion morning faded,

The work day through my veins gnawed,

The essence of every creative senses,

And into the lovely evening I raced,

And with a feeling of love for some face unknown,

The evening scribbling verses I spent.

 

Oh’ days are days they come and go,

But mind may not know,

How through dark I may move,

But every thought back to me will come,

When pen dip deep into the heart and then write,

The love in my heart for a heart I feel.

 

Oh’ reality only bitches before me brought,

Imaginations she is a witch of wonderful crafts

“Sing to me a lullaby O night sing to me,” I said

Though no lullaby of the night I heard,

Deep in my heart the touch of a kiss I felt,

From a beauty, only in the crafts of imaginations seen.

 

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I am posting this after I wrote it nearly a week ago. You can say that this poem was really edited by me in a big way. The whole story in the dream was there. The poem was big. I wonder how I wrote that much in one sitting. 1121 lines long(not a mistake in numbers One thousand one hundred and twenty one lines in about 12 and half hours). Now the ending was open, tragically open. I read the poem to post it, it was so much depressing for me. I deleted those lines. I may write it in another way again. But now I know what that dream really meant. It is much more depressing than the dream itself. So for that long, long poem mmm here is the Russian way of saying Chmok, Chmok, paka, paka. It means Kiss, Kiss, bye bye.. haha

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08/01/06.

 

 

The reddish sky couldn’t stay longer,

As the might of the sunrays consumed the dawn,

From the consumption of a dream I woke,

And into the corruption of consciousness I stepped,

Knowing everyday with a blessing begins,

In the same way from that beautiful dream I woke.

 

Rituals of a mad Tuesday done,

Not felt hungry through the warm morn,

Noon dried even the best lover’s heart,

“Oh’ summer sun what wrong did we do,

For you to lash the whip of vengeance upon us?”

I asked again and again and like a bad mouthed villain,

The sun only laughed erasing smile from every face I saw.

 

Evening took a milder whip and upon everything lashed,

Still, night couldn’t spread the charm of cold,

And darkness erased by lights from the naughtiness of all of us.

 

Oh wealthy I am in the thoughts of mine,

But today I lost all my thoughts in my trade,

For a day dream I saw a long time back,

That told a story about two beautiful eyes I may see,

And in tragedy those eyes and life forever I will lose,

That story was a good bed time story for me to tell,

In my soliloquy, listening my conscious fell,

Into that good old dream, as a dream at night, for me to see.

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