Month: September 2006

I call this picture ‘The Beginning Of Fall’. I saw this tree in theLoudenville Town Hll Compound and took the picture of it. Just these trees are turning yellow restof the vegetation around are green.

Hello, Fellow, Xangans,

  Sounds good…. Haha…well… what can I say… once in a while I need to break the silence. I am theworst kinda attention freaks around. But what to say, these days I just rollaround the corner, in some deep thoughts. What about a poem mmm nope… not today.How to reduce my every growing belly? Who is the unfortunate girl whom I amgoing to marry? These are the things that bothers me now. Hehehe. You all maythink that fasting got into my head… yeah a bit. My brain is half fried. Haven’tseen a mad Tuesday like this in recent time.

  Hope everyone elseis fine…. There are people who are sick because of the climate change….get wellsoon, get well soon, as the world need more of you all than the poetry of aLonely man.

Have a great evening my Xangans… May truth bless you allwith fulfillment of all your unfulfilled wishes.

It is 12:45AM…. Officially I am in the month of Ramadhan now. One month of fasting, meditation and prayers. All through the month I will only write late nights. As I don’t do anything during day that entertains mind or body. Here is something I scribbled just now.

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Witnesses.

The darker side of the moon we know now,

But those great poets they never seen,

A deadly place, where silence looms,

Cold, dry, where no wind blows,

Still I read how lovely the moon looks,

Yeah, imagination and illusions of the minds,

All used to show the might of love.

Did anyone of those in any moment thought?

Not love, not the moon or the sunlight reflected,

It is the eyes of her that glittered,

It is the touch of her that felt,

Still in rhymes and meters miles of verse written,

Burying the truth of love,

Exclaiming the minds in manipulation,

Oh’ those poets were all dead and gone,

Where they buried the truth I don’t care,

But in my verse only one the world will read,

The image of my love from the depths of her mind,

In witness of nature and everything in universe.

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Sad to hear that, well… my best guess would be your boyfriend is away from you and you are probably stressing yourself out with work and school and of course the weather is changing. No one seems to be in a pleasant mood at all. Don’t worry, push away these days without tiring your mind. There are times when what’s asked for the day is survival than success.

 Read the poem in this link…. The explanation is there in the link of the poem itself of why I wrote this poem. It may fit your mood well and may be better it.

Immortal Spring

May all that from your wishes sprout, In fulfillment shower upon you.

Riaz Ahammed

Mo Cuishle,

     How are you
doing? I feel like the last I heard from you was one and half year ago. I guess
you are busy with school and work. Anyway an old friend of yours felt curious
to know how you are, that all. 

No matter what you do, do not forget to consume the joy of
the moment. There is joy in every moment. You need to seek it and feel it, in
your heart.

Convey my regards to your mom and Billy. 

Riaz Ahammed.

On 08/28/06 I had a lot of thoughts about many things I usually don’t want to remember. This poem is all about those thoughts. I started writing from the middle of the poem. It went on like centralized formatted lines, from the middle both ways. It also have something very unusual about my writing. Go figure. Hahaha, if you are a constant reader of my poems you will understand what it is.

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08/28/06.

Another morning to my life came,

Wind singing songs with sun’s might,

But mind far from all, in thoughts became,

A battle field, where conscience and soul fight.

Trauma in life, O unreal I always thought,

Mind and body in real and fantasy it stalks,

What my mind through the journey brought,

As in unjust passions all real feelings lost.

The story of a mind I write,

When empty inside I feel,

Oh’ in a day in every way bright,

Pain from my mind slowly peel.

Long ago when around seaside I walked,

When smaller were the footprints I left,

Never did my legs I let to be soaked,

But the footprints I left by the waves swept.

And in those days to yesterdays never I looked,

But in these days, to those days my mind I scan,

Nothing unusual to my mind hooked,

Elusive, from the waves I always ran.

In pain, though in my mind I cried,

Only myself in every way to blame,

And all the ways to reach back to life I tried,

Only the left out feeling with more pain came.

In my garden no flowers bloomed,

Even as the spring time long ago passed,

All the buds I have seen left me in gloom,

And to myself no questions I asked.

Oh’ summer only leave more warmth and drought,

Though bright the sun only left blazing heat,

Oh’ in my own soul many times I sought,

And the answers exist in every heart beat.

Of souls that I in arrogance left,

Oh only darkness all around and inside feel,

As another time my elusive feet dried I kept,

Oceans far away, wounds self inflicted, deep and unhealed.

When will I see the ocean again I know not,

As another day to night bade farewell,

For my soul what prayer I should say I know not,

Entering virtual death to everything I too bade farewell

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A busy weekend…. Norest… The poet don’t remember to rest. With a kind of vengeance Iworked. Then there was no more work. Then I started working onwebsites. The LonelyPoet.Com.Ru was setup in Google. Now I have GMailfor that domain. Now a lot of work as there are no pages in that site.I may redirect that site to this Xanga site. If so I got to find morework. Haha… workaholic… I am feeling good. Really… I feel good.

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 Thispoem… 08/27/06. I wrote this long time back in the busy work days andrest days I myself even forgot where did I left that first draft. ThenI found one piece of it. Then last night another piece of it. I lookedall around for the last part. Today I remembered I didn’t wrote thelast part, just had it in my mind all these time. Finished it. Here ismy darlings and dudes, enjoy. And all of you get to your favoriteonline book store and buy my book… hehehe.. cheap self promotion isn’tit? Well… I am the “lonelypoet” self promotion is the only thingavailable for me. Hehehe…

Have a great week ahead of you all everyone.

08/27/06.

“Have a good morning” said the moon and bade farewell,

The morning will be good the sun with warmth declared,

That never got me out of my bed but with arrogance I slept,

By noon the slowly creeping in fall weather got the sun tamed,

And to the cool wind I asked,

“Why you alone bring me cold?

When the rest of the living gives,

Only heat upon the face and inside the mind?”

Then about the living I thought,

Oh’ they race for the material well being,

A race I thought many-a-times I lost and stopped,

Then after mirages knowing what they were, continued.

Oh’ when the living fell and rot,

Bury then away and the race continues,

Those who loved, in tears may pray,

Those who cared not, spit and walk away.

To the buried, the hollow meaning of life will be known,

As the material being back to earth dissolves,

No actions, no wealth and no beauty will be known,

As everything becomes dust from where we were born.

Still in the middle of the crowd I race,

The worst of all criminals I am,

As with knowledge I still wander around,

Going round and round, trying to bite, a tail nonexistent,

Smiling blushingly at all who cared to watch,

Then again back to my own mockery I return.

The morning was good, so the noon time, so said the evening,

“Define the good, and in that definition stay,

Mock your own conscience with blunders of the world,

And bury yourself in dark, dream filled sleep, meaningless,

Even the sleep is another race to be won isn’t it?”

As with questions answerless the evening danced away,

Listening to many tunes rested I,

Then to the “Another Race” evening said I approached,

Remembering many faces to the bed I said,

“All gone only darkness remain,

And to the depth of dark, you take me,

Every night, hate you not O bed, hate you not,

As when I wake up and see light afresh,

Reminded I will be about how wonderful,

The light upon all those faces passed.”

Then leaving silence to loom I bade farewell,

To my conscious being.

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Here is my latest toy…..

The Sprint Palm Treo 700wx.
I love it, it is far better than what I expected of it.

A weekend 08/26/06 a gloomy day, most of the time I like gloomy days. But mmm may be I am not ready yet to explode into Fall and Winter. Wait and see.

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08/26/06.

Clouds and the autumn gloom denied.

The wonders of the day behind the clouds,

Oh’ my daily routines broke,

As morning left me to thoughts of despair,

My sadness event the clouds felt,

And their cold tears showered.

Oh’ on a weekend, Oh’ why the gloom linger,

What wrong the people of the world did?

O they all did no wrong

And they all too in the gloom lived, smile-less.

From the despair of the morning gloom,

My mind the role of a phoenix bird took,

Gathering the ashes left by morning fire,

And all through the day to my conscience he spoke,

Which in essence here I write;

“Didn’t we walked in the paths so wrong?

Didn’t we flew in dreams that shouldn’t have seen?

Oh’ where is the whisperer in you conscience?

That only left gloom all around and in you too.

A woman’s mind touched you not,

Neither you did touched any woman at all,

But the silhouettes you drew upon me cried,

Losing their way in pursuits meaningless,

In me where belief, truth and passions pure,

You imprinted, from well loved examples, through the ages.

Now when into the middle-ages stepping,

Where nothing to look back to,

Oh’ every step into darkness laid, slipping,

And today or tomorrow the inevitable will happen,

The fall of the bubbled up character.

Then together we must gather,

This body as a prison for us given,

And to life so perfect we will guide,

Never to go down with the fall,

But to stand up and walk again,

As true as the precious waiting,

Unknown to us but to the character perfect left in us.

Oh’ time and distance to us matters not,

So waiting is a word for us meaningless,

Let us dream about that life so perfect,

With another conscience and mind with love filled,

For us and her material heart beat in illusions we hear.

So, near to us, so far away from this body.”

Oh’ the mind of mine in insanity spoke,

And I shut him up with laughs of mine,

Intoxicated I am not, insane a bit,

But all in ways so wonderful.

The night arrived to me, mind and conscience unknown,

When another preaching my mind started,

My material ears I shut and shut my conscious mind,

To argue in soliloquy in my sub-conscious,

As material being of mine in tiredness fell asleep.

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I am on a break from“Yesterdays” I will be back with those poems. There is nothing specialabout the break. Just thought I will take a break in posting that’sall. I write them everyday.

  Now back to my old style poem… this time Lika inspired well.

Angel Lika. 

Oh’ in a dream I saw, a dead end I reached,

And with a heart that lost all hopes,

At the corner of the street I sat,

Crippled thoughts and dried out throat,

Oh’ even in the autumn cold,

Heat from inside felt,

And in heavy breathes I sweat,

And losing my breath I wept.

Got up I and around the block I walked,

Kicking pebbles and empty soda cans,

They all meant something sometime,

Precious pieces now in dust kicked,

By someone precious never was.

Oh’ how lost I am, I know not,

As serenity became an old English word,

The actions to create tranquility, by the world discarded.

Sadness around me with light and wind danced,

“Disappointed I am” said I,

And again at the corner of the street I sat,

More gloom added by the clouds above gathered,

Then, Oh’ all barriers broken,

And a mix of green and blue light came,

Erasing every gloom around,

Soothing body and mind with coolness,

Oh’ like a feather covering me I felt,

As the tranquility of heavens unknown I felt.

The dream gone when into the morning I woke,

And eating my breakfast to her I went,

Eagerly watching the computer screen,

To see her online I waited,

Then upon the screen her flashed,

From dark her face bloomed to my mind,

Oh’ senses in unity paused and nothing else I felt,

Then to me up close her eyes she showed,

The mix of blue and greenish colored eyes I saw,

The beauty of the dusk as mascara upon her eyes I saw,

The passions of every heart of the future I felt,

The sanctity of womanhood upon her filled,

And upon her dissolved every disappointment of mine,

As smile after smile she showered,

Her smiles covered me with a feeling smooth,

Caressing every feeling and emotions deep,

Oh’ the true fulfillment of my dream, Angel Lika.

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