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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

September 27, 2006 9:36 PM

A Prayer Called ‘Love’.

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Happy Wednesday everyone…. What’s up? I write this upon adark screen with green letters, mmm that’s a lie. You all read it upon a darkscreen in green letters. The first computer screen I have seen had this colorcombination. So I keep my Xanga like this. I can keep on talking about my Xangahistory. But it will only lead me to hate myself for my mishaps. Now this dayis a pleasant day. Some Wednesdays are like this they will makes you say “GREATGREAT GREAT, LIFE IS CLAAAASSSY” I love those days and at the end of those daysI write these kinda poems.

Thispoem is written out of truth. Pure and crystal clear truth. I lovespeaking truth and it pinches my heart when I have to lie. So this poemis written because someone told me the truth. The one truth Ialways wanted to hear. Please read the poem to know what truth I amtalking about.

A Prayer Called ‘Love’.

Life as if in a swing, up and down swings,
Every day one goes up and at night comes down,
The masquerade hiding the true self,
Wonderfully done all through days,
Still some frustration haunts mind that thrived,
In ambition, hypocrisy and deception of oneself.

What are the aims of the righteous mind?
I know not and don’t want to know more,
What is right and wrong, good or bad,
Pretty or ugly, Ah I don’t want know,
As everything when peeled away the outer layers,
In flesh and blood mocked mind and soul.

May be the closeness of heart and soul with many,
Punctures the feelings for each other disastrously,
And lost I many feeling upon my unshaven face,
But far away a soul knowing all misdeeds,
Still said, “I accept you as you are”
Oh’ wonderful I felt and all hypocrisy left,
I can’t deceive my soul anymore and all frustration melted,
Reality may still keep us apart,
But the tranquility of a dream in my soul I feel.

After bowing before God in thankfulness,
When raised my hands for a prayer for that soul,
My own soul in soliloquy said,
“Love needs no prayers, love itself is a prayer,
In the prayer of that soul, eternally you will live”.
Once more I bowed before God and away I walked,
With a heart with happiness filled.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM
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