Busy days are
blasting into my life. The best part of it all is I still have a job.
How long it will go? Who cares! As long as the money is coming I don’t
mind doing this job. What is next? God never told anyone to ask that
question to even lifeless things. So I don’t ask that question either.
I
miss commenting on many sites and I am really sorry about that. I will
do that as time permits. Other than posting a book in my lonelypoet.org
site and commenting on a poem posted there by ShadyLane I did not do
anything poetically. I think I am going through a sluggish time in
reading and writing. That is what this job(computer programming) will
do to a poet. Keep him grounded without allowing anything. But I have
found a way around I have a digital recorder. I get most of my ideas
when I drive. So I always keeping my recorder on while driving and
whenever I get an idea I just record it by saying it aloud. There are a
lot of them now. I will get back to it all and write it “as time
permits”. Said that I remember one of my ex-girlfriend Valentina who
wanted me to recite my poems, recording my works recited by me. It is
horrible to listen to my froggy voice with the worst possible accents.
Somehow she found some enjoyment in that.
I
am not happy or sad so I think I need to get really angry. The best way
to do it, listen to my own voice. That’s what I am going to do. Pull
out those recordings and listen to it.
Xangans
here is another poem I wrote a long time back. I am also posting the
original comment I left on top of the poem when I first posted this
poem in LonelyPoet.Com.
I
went for a walk in the gloomy evening, all through the walk some
feelings were making me pleasant. It might be the thought of my sweet
heart, that’s the only thing that will make me happy now a days, but
when I came back home I was feeling very thirsty but I don’t drink even
a glass of water for about an hour after my evening walks, but the
thoughts about the love of my sweet heart for me, filled my heart, soul
and all my nerves and my thirst had faded away. These lines of verse
came out of me during those hours of thoughts. This poem was written
not in a day but took three weeks to finish.
Stranger
Upon the hill I see,
A vanishing shadow of my dreams,
So far, so high they show up,
And fade away like mirages,
But through the golden light of dusk,
I saw a tall lean figure,
Thought it was just another dream,
Left my thoughts, left my hopes,
Back to my sleep went I,
But expectations brought them back,
From my dreams, from my sleep, woke up I,
My big-ben clock reminds me about noon,
But through the window I still can see,
The golden light still upon the hill,
And the figure near the well,
Woke up now is my soliloquy,
Just murmured into my soul,
‘Upon the hill you see the light of her love,
Near the well you see herself,
Waiting for you to be there to kill your thirst,
Not with the water from the well,
But with her love from her soul’.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. This poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in early spring of 1999.
Beautiful poem as always! It’s surprising how some poems take only a half hour to write, when others take months. I suppose it all depends on the inspiration…and what exactly the poem is about. And yes, there is most definitely a difference in “new people” and “the one.” Just keep looking for “the one.” You aren’t dead yet, are you?! Don’t ever give up man! I’d be honored to visit the site. I’ll do that right now.
Wonderful poetry,I enjoy reading your writings.I also like the music
I don’t think I can stress how much I love your poetry…such heartfelt beauty in your words…..
I hear you about busy days. *sigh*…if only time weren’t so constrained at times…..
Hope you have a great day. Gotta scoot off to work.
Within those busy days, one must always find time to stop and look around – otherwise time tends to leave us to quickly. Nice write, as always.
~*NW*~
Thank you very much for the comment. I really worked hard on that poem and i don’t know why because i usually write on impulse. I can feel the emotion and truth behind the lines of your poem.
don’t want to comment on what I bought? can’t say as I blame you, but at least I was pleased with myself ^-^
Old poem or no, it’s still an awesome write, like all your works are.
Thanks for the invite. I’ll get over to your site very, very soon. Hopefully my muse will wake up and I can post something then too. lol
GAH! I visited LonelyPoet.Org and it wouldn’t allow me to register! I’ll try again later, but right now it just won’t let me…
By the way, please find some new music! This time happier…I promise I’ll change mine too. 😛
what a fabulous poem. its great. and thanks for the comment on my xanga…im just flattered (half sarcastic)
Sundes
The last five lines are just beautiful. Thank you for the comment.
Thank you for the comment….wonderful poem by the way. Strange how it takes so long to express the feelings that well up inside of us.
i was just wondering whats your name? im just really curious…sorry if this is a annoying question.
Hey there friend!
That girl (that is apparently WAY prettier then me lol!) is my best friend…she is indeed gorgeous!! I will tell her you liked her smile and such…:)
Ah! You write so wonderful….It inspires me…Yet I can come up with nothing myself…Saddness.
So you have been busy lately huh? Work?
Love, JoAnna
Gosh! NO I hadn’t seen that poll yet. Thank you so much for leaving the link for me. It meant a lot to see it and to know you thought of me after you discovered it.
You’re a good friend and I’m afraid (for you) that you’re stuck with me forever. 🙂
~lisa
Busy days are a part of our lives my friend. The end of a busy day marks some fulfillment and meaning.
Positive Vibes through and through | Take care of you
Gabe
I have finally found a moment to tell life to “hush” so I might visit my friend…Poet!!
So long since I have been able to read your words…but so worth the time they were.
This poem is simply moving in its message….
“Waiting for you to be there to kill your thirst,
Not with the water from the well,
But with her love from her soul’.”
These words are almost divine. Such a wonderful read this was.
I have missed you friend, and hope to have the time and energy to catch up. Thank you so much for your support of my site in my absence. And if I haven’t said it lately, I am so glad all went well and you are back amongst us.
much love,
SA
I like how the tall figure is mirrored in the Big Ben clock.
Glad to hear that you still have a job. I used to have a contracting position & know well the struggles. Never being quite sure when it will end. Beautiful piece here. May love always satisfy your thirst 🙂
Thank you for visiting & for inviting me to your site.I will check it out soon, I promise 🙂 Good luck jobwise.
Gosh! I knew there was something I was forgetting! To go check out lonelypoet.com
lisa
Sorry I have neglected you friend. It is just that a lot has been on my mind lately and I have not been up to the challenge of writing anything worthy of reading. Stop by my site I miss your comments very much. Peace.