Month: June 2019

Twenty Second Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss*.

Wiping off the tears of the wind,
Who wept when sleepless in thoughts I sat,
Thoughts about the yesterdays in memories,
Happiness danced then to sadness surrendered.

Surrendered like the night to the day,
Wind came and flown all around taking birds,
On her wings and made them sing for me,
In those songs I have heard about gladness.

Gladness that came to a man who can’t love,
None else but the love he felt for someone,
Who unforgivably unloved him as older he is,
Gladness he found when he defined his love for her,

Love for her from the bottom of his heart he took,
And material part fell as into the spirit of his soul entered,
The gathered senses that came from beyond imaginations,
Where only the glow of her soul from his soul he found.

He found the glow as deep in her soul unknowingly,
She loved him as every word he wrote she felt,
Deep in her heart and her heart from far he felt,
With a glow from her soul into his heart and soul reached.

Reached every corner of his material being too,
And made him glad in every pulse of life he lived,
Oh’ I wish I can bring to verse every bit of that song,
As the wind through the spirit of trees glided.

Glided and came to rest around me she tried,
When she learned that not a wink I slept,
As in the gladness and glow of the love Little Boss,
I felt all night and most of the morning pulse.

Pulse the wind felt made her weep in sweetness,
Of the gladness of love for my Little Boss I wrote,
In my happiness I wiped those happy tears,
Hiding every bit of sadness `Little Boss’s absence gave.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

Nineteenth Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

The morning twilight an extra time dipped,
In the golden dreams of the rising Sun,
All that stood for the peace of humanity,
Fell under the spell of Nature’s magnanimity.

As day through events like a river flown,
Everything it touched woke and bloomed,
The blessing of divine all upon Earth felt,
Perfect were the times for new dreams to birth.

Every sense that prepared to weave news dreams,
I leashed them and put them down as I know,
No sense of mine shall weave another dream,
Beyond all that I wove with Little Boss in mind.

Then gladness came and in the rhythm of heart wrote,
A Song about my love for her that rhymed in love,
Sadness came and in a low broken but sweet voice sang,
That song, as she no longer read the language of my heart.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

Seventeenth Day Of June – 2019.

Romantic fantasies always were a passion of mine,
Oh’ I remembered every girl from my childhood till date,
Those pretty faces that held my heartbeat and breath,
And left me astray beyond hopes of any recovery.

Oh’, recovered I from everyone to disappoint tried,
Belief of me being a survivor, Oh’, so wrong were I,
As friendships and relations to understand me failed,
It is sheer arrogance to overcome the odds I learned.

The world at me for changes in their ways screamed,
Even if the whole humanity that were dead and gone,
And the living as a whole or one by one charges at me,
Change I will not for I know I am right against hypocrisy.

The day began and ended in screams by hypocrites,
As I stood by my own right and left them all astray,
Oh’, no soul I expect to stand by me, for no soul I find,
Yet, far she maybe, Little Boss shined a ray of hope.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

Sixteenth Day Of June – 2019.

Dark remained in the morning for me as I abandoned,
Sleep to stay and watch the Sun rise and then,
I wished a thousand dreams adored me filled with love.
Nothing unusual, no callers, no visitors on a fathers day.

When bed became uncomfortable ah’ Sun to the west slanted,
Day left me no time and no thoughts beyond my Little Boss came,
She the one I love and in some way of her own loves me,
Night kissed me all around, dinner and tea wonderfully done.

A hundred thousand stars from all corners woke,
The night birds sat on my maples scratching barks,
Oh’ waiting and waiting for my heart to be read,
And none came, nothing even usual happened.

As the last phase of the night packed to leave,
Ah’ I know every door of heavens are open,
My conscience stopped questioning my motives,
What prayer I should say I questioned myself.

Then to heavens I said “O’ God, what I can have,
Or what I cannot have are immaterial in life now,
For the perfection of my love for her I know she deserves,
More than anyone and honor me to grant her my love.”.

Then to me I asked “When will you ever truly sleep?”,
As I saw the victorious rays of light gathering the joy,
Of the passing night and into the hearts of sleeping souls,
Spread that joy to yet another bright and wonderful day.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

Fifteenth Day Of June – 2019.

Season of Spring by illegitimate children of winter seduced,
Their mating rituals brought cold unusual at this time of year,
The comforter lived up to its name as my stone built home kept,
The cool left over by the Spring-Winter cross child.

Brunch woke me further as yet another weekend flourished,
Cold never stopped neighbor’s lawn mowers to growl out loud,
My yard loved the sprouts and little wild flowers still blooming,
Eyes spread around and searched, shadows yester times held hard.

Childhood image of my dearest I saw and in mind laid,
Corner stones of a narrative in verses I will write,
As reality from me she hides, my fantasy will assume,
Life of her past, in present for a future that will be real.

Night tickled me to sleep early but an owl mode mind took,
The darker the night became, the louder the poet spoke,
When fantasy movies played on television screen, mind drew,
Strips of images of my darling’s dreams about her prince charming.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

Fourteenth Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss*.

The dreamer woke in the glitters of the dream,
Morning eaten away by the day and left me speechless,
So faded away the slowness of a fantastic friday,
Ah’ the day welcomed me well spread out and bright.

Routines done, failed runs as time beat me out of Mosque,
As along the world, I too rolled I found many smiling faces,
Oh’ they all smiled as a gesture of the week ending calm,
My walk and talk only mattered about business as usual.

When I welcomed the evening, Oh’, my eyes were closed,
Yet another dream passed through the mind and left me speechless,
For reasons all my knowledge and experience of my life,
Not yet known I said, “Forget me not O’ dear, my dearest”.

Then with all thoughts and prayers I wished I were loved,
She only comes in dreams that leaves me speechless,
She says nothing, she looks through me into oblivion,
Still, there is no way in mind I can find to unlove her.

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM – All Rights Reserved – 2019.

*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.