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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 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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October 7, 2006 8:26 PM

Power Of Sadness

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Here is an offline message my brother sent me earlier today.

Guide:I welcome u all to the Niagra falls. These are the world’s largestwaterfalls & the sound intensity of the waterfall is so high, soundof even 20 supersonic planes passing can’t be heard! Now may I requestthe ladies to keep quiet so that we can hear the Niagra Falls?

Hereis a poem, I wrote last week when I heard a very good friend of my feltsad. Sadness is a very powerful feeling. As it opens up opportunitiesmaterially and opens up senses to enhance one spiritually. Once thecircle is complete not only one will feel happy and satisfied, but alsoenlightened and achieved.

Asthis poem is written for a Xanga friend. I added three more lines inthe beginning from the original version. Now I dedicate this poem toher…. This poem is for you Mo Cuishle. As it is from Xanga I wrote thispoem. It will be available exclusively on Xanga.

You all enjoy whatever remains of this weekend, Sunday and of course those who celebrate Columbus day.

Power Of Sadness.

Thoughts when weaved as dreams,

And dreams so close to reality,

But when in color and texture fades,

Heaviness of a lifetime together comes,

Ah’ every breath feels all through the body,

What thought as magic merges,

Into oblivion as mere mirages,

And emptiness inside the heart squeezes,

To find a way out but forever imprisoned.

Sadness, Oh’ the powerful feeling it is,

When with clarity every sense waits,

To gather every bit of pleasantness around,

And in celebration will make mind an oasis,

Scatter not, Oh’ soul, scatter not,

As the storm of pain will pass by,

And smiles, evergreen, upon face will blossom,

Then freed will be the emptiness,

And inside heart will fill,

Joy in dance, lightening heaviness everlastingly.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM.

October 6, 2006 5:02 PM

Last Drops Of Tears.

In less than 24 hours I don’t have much to update. But I found out there are more than Americans and people normally hates poetry, know about my book. Here are some interesting places where I found my book.

Age Of Survival In France It is no wonder why the French are so quite these days. Trying to figure out, what the heck we just read now.

Age Of Survival In Germany Even Germans are banging their heads on the wall after the read.

Age Of Survival In Forbes Book Club ????&**&**&%$ that’s what I am hearing from Wall Street. The Market needs correction as people are blabbering language we don’t understand. Business men/women read poetry. Unbelievable.

Have a great long weekend everyone.

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Life sometime is veryhard to take. Some days are so harsh, one will feel nullified insideout. I still smiled at mankind, my hypocrisy, when I know deep inside Iam burning like a blast furnace. From one of those flames I wrote.

Last Drops Of Tears.

Upon a shore once I stood,

And the cool breeze caress my face I felt

And waves in curves rolling upon the shore in ecstasy.

Upon the hill once I stood,

And the naughty wind blasting upon my face I felt,

And the streams danced underneath with passion filled joy.

Upon the sand dooms of desert once I stood,

And the naughty winds hands through showering sands I felt,

And the earth underneath flown up with the wind enlightened.

Burying passions of my love I now stand,

And the naughty wind sharing my sadness, stood still,

And the earth underneath in tremors wept.

The shore, hill and desert all as monuments stood,

The wind flown through the monuments lazily,

The earth still mourned with my heart.

Nature so much into my soul filled,

So my feelings in Nature I see,

Still energetic and wonderfully beautiful.

The beauty of life through every feeling I understand,

This be another feeling, of lost love I learned,

Holding a handful of sand I shed, last drops of my tears for love.

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