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May 17, 2010 9:31 PM

Gone By Days.

Gone By Days.

The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered,
Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided,
Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe,
About the flight when summer warmth in air dance,
And in the cold morning of the fall fly,
Through the falling leaves low,
The ones once were green and large and gave,
Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath.
Then about the migration paths to find,
Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost,
When to the southern thin and warm air fly,
But nothing down south can comfort,
Like the big green leaf’s touch,
When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds,
When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash,
And under it when with soaked feathers sit,
With nudging little ones for cover squeaking,
Yet another season unfolding,
Yet another set of events to come,
So much dynamism,
So much fascination,
Yet, results of events and actions,
Same as gone by days.

October 16, 2006 4:08 PM

The Last Word Of Love.

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Healing Hands, you can see the video of that song in thegiven video here. I have seen this video on MTV when I was in India. There isa big fan of Elton John out there somewhere in Michigan who got all these rare videos ofElton John. Now this song… amazing lyrics and as usual the music was so wellwritten for the lyrics one will never say that the lyrics were written earlier.Elton John truly is a master who knows how to blend music into the poeticlyrics of Bernie Taupin. Enjoy the video.

Where is the darkness that haunted my mind?
Where are the faceless images that tried to scare me?
Illusions in a battered mind scatter,
As reality of a wonderful dream as your face seen.

I started gnawing on those four lines I wrote on Friday evening all night Friday night and the weekend then on Sunday. Eventually the following came out. Finishing a poem in the middle of the night and posting ittowards the middle of the day. See those four lines stands on its own, but I know there is more than just the four lines in there. If I try I can write a poem like this for each of those lines. But I don’t overwrite consciously. Last couple of nights were amazing. I have no words to explain it. Well that helped to finish this poem.

Read.

The day upon my side of earth ended its reign,
But no darkness entered my life as bright everything remained,
Where is the darkness that haunted my mind?
Everyday I can remember from my life.

Those images all days and nights that haunted,
During day time through wind slapped my face,
At night in the cover of dark hunted my mind,
Faceless they were, now into thin air disappeared.

Are those mere illusions that out of fear, sprout?
Or, are those byproducts of fantasy from childhood days?
But whatever they may be inside the walls of mind they scatter,
As the battered mind with merging of senses rejuvenates.

Through every senses to my mind storm,
The reality of all dreams I’ve ever seen and known,
And through every veins of mine roam,
Feeling of love from my senses, newborn.

Oh’ my senses forgot the material existence,
Of everything natural that exists,
As what felt in every sense,
Held them in the prison of passions.

Time reckoned the arrival of perfection,
Nature into a soul in essence dissolves,
And in meditation of love to you I come,
A God given blessing for every dark hour I spent.

Now I remember the sayings of the spiritual people,
More blessings and glow nights holds,
Than the brightest sunny summer day.
As to my soul you whisper,
The last word of love I wanted to hear.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

October 8, 2006 9:13 PM

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Written out of sheer frustration. Well… the paragraph “Oh’ in gladness you smile” was written long time back and the rest of the poem was added before and after in the last couple of days. Yes, when I am frustrated I write about beautiful things. When happiness overwhelms me, I write about sadness and anger and frustration. I hope everyone is enjoying good weather and good times with their loved ones. I rested this day…. I slept at about 4:00 in the morning. Then woke up at 6:23 in the morning again and prayed. Then slept at around 7:00 in the morning till 3:00 in the afternoon. So one can imagine how relaxed I am. Good for me. Haha…

Have a great week ahead of you all.

The Oasis Of Beauties.

The dry winds of days and cold of nights

The dust filling and covering even the depths of soul,

Cloudless, no greenery seen, no songs of birds,

Oh’ lifeless became every bit of senses.

Slowly through deserted paths I walked,

The call of the Ravens in distance I heard,

The call of the dead as old folks in my childhood days said,

But for the empty ears, Ah’ what a relief.

The paths broadened and softness under foot felt,

Life always will find its way,

Some old folks in youthful days said,

But what came to my senses was just not life.

The shine of every green growth upon your eyes seen,

The shine of every star upon your skin glowed,

The dance of all fairies seen when your lips moved,

The sound of all spring time birds united in every word you spoke,

Oh’ in gladness you smile,

And with happiness you dance,

Feelings of a new kind were born,

With your face in every bit filled,

In the amazement my mind float,

Watching the glory of beauty of the best kind,

And in fulfillment of a dream enlightened I am.

Through the light, love and passions shown,

I passed through the valleys of wonders unheard,

Everything beautiful in lost meanings faded,

As everything beautiful in union merged,

Into the depths of your soul when you said,

Those words of love in which my soul too dissolved,

As you became the oasis of all beauties.

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