love poem

SHANE LIKE I TRAVEL -- ON THE 3;10 TO YUMA

Like "Shane" I go on
Doing whatever good I can
As my eyes scan everyone
As the gaze strains to locate you:
O my beloved, rare one of your gender!
And like the mysterious golden haired woman
In the "3:10 to Yuma" steam engine train
You and I often meet
To see each other and convey our love
That beats for each other in our hearts
Without a word being really spoken
Or those time-stopping moments
Of unfathomable silence
Ever being broken
Till your eyes say: their "sad goodbye"...
From those deeply loving hazel eyes
Leaving me razed and bewildered
With my quiet yet hurtful unending sighs...

I always have you nearest to me
Closest in my heart
Yet I miss the longing I see
In your sad sad eyes...
Before you stop in front of me for a while
Before alighting for the umpteenth time
From the "3:10 to Yuma".

Perhaps a day will come
When I and you will meet and talk
About our soulful longing for each other
On the "3"10 to Yuma"...

Till then I must just watch the sky
That weeps with me on a grief-laden night
Maybe this is what is defined as fate
A mysterious key to a well-locked door
Which even I can't open with all my might
The clouds gather and hover
The rumble and lightning shudder
'cause nothing can ever match
The love I have for you -- a manly love
Pure, constant, true and sublime
Even though the heart has no latch
Yet no other woman can even knock
Let alone try to enter
The waiting chamber of my being
Where only you are awaited
O God's best blessing!

So let me drift once more
Into a timely rendezvous
Into the "Time Passages"
While passing by Casablanca
Crooning "The Year Of The Cat"
Caring a hoot about other sights
That pass me by like an old daily's pages.

Sometimes I may alight to light a cigarette
And like Gene Kelly start singing in the rain...
Till the whistle and hoot of the train hearken
To take my seat for the last destination
The ticket for which I have often taken
From that first rainy night
When you and I met to share the rare feeling
Describing which all pens would be broken.
You are unique and with your well-trained passion
I must keep myself in check too while in motion
On the train where our eyes met and love betrayed
The spiritual divine feelings hidden
And felt by you and even by me
On that thundering rainy night
When we both met each other
While moving on fate's chosen journey
On our old and "faster than fairies"
"3:10 to Yuma"...
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on August 31, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The 3:10 to Yuma is a well known Western movie made first in 1957 and then in 2009. Using the analogy of a man and woman meeting on that train and conveying the love they feel for each other just through their eyes, I have written this poem, as most of my love poems, for the love I have for the woman who truly loves me. I have taken a poetic licence of quoting some famous songs here e.g. the main theme song from the Yuma movie as well as Time Passages, Year Of The Cat (Al Stewart's unforgettable hits) and Singing In The Rain by Gene Kelly. "Shane" is also the name of the central character in the movie of the same name made in 1953 starring Alan Ladd and Van Heflin. It is based upon Jack Schaefer's well known novel of the 1930s. Also note that the line "faster than fairies" has been borrowed here from Emily Dickinson's poem, written about fast moving steam engine trains of the late 18th century period. I acknowledge every poet and artiste here for enabling me to beautify my poetic inspiration with words lent by them in their own classic poetry.

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SHE LOVES ME LIKE NO ONE DOES

She loves me like no one does:
My beloved, rare woman,
Ethereal and pure,
Loving and caring,
Latent and captivating,
Innocently mischievous,
Seductively romantic,
And...always my darling.
She knows who she is,
And that's all that matters,
To her true lover...ME.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on the 24th of August, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for the woman who loves me like no other woman does.

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SHE'S THE POWER OF MY SOUL

Her beauty
Radiates in air
And I smell her sweet fragrance.
Her staunch love
Is unparalleled
And the secret of my strength.
Her fealty
Is my energy
And the power of my soul.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on the 23rd of August, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written for my mysterious, beloved, rare woman.

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WHEN ETERNITY IS JUST OURS

My beloved
Is rare and graceful
Even in absence she's with me.
Long ago
I loved a movie
"Little House On The Prairie".
"Country roads"
Are "too much heaven"
If she doesn't go away.
When she stays
Love's grand rainbow shines
And eternity is just ours.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on the 23rd of August, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem inspired by the television show "The Little House On The Prairie" (1976) starring late Michael Landon and Karen Grassle, Melissa Sue Anderson, Melissa Gilbert and Lindsay Greenbush. My favourite TV programme to this day. "Country Roads" is a well known song sung by John Denver way back in the 1970s about West Virginia (My favourite place in the USA). "Too Much Heaven" and "If You Go Away" (Terry Jacks' version) are also hit songs of those years. I have used these to describe my feelings of love for my beloved, rare woman...

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HEART'S HARBOUR

One more night slides by
Sadder than the one before
One more day slips away
Burning all of the day before.
The last quarter crescent
Is a lost ship's seeking sail
Its lone hours of descent
Are the heaven's lost mail.
Calls for claiming paradise
Rent the early dawn breeze
Hell is not for the wise
The 'mullah'* in mosques cries!
My heart finds comfort
In meditative interaction
It basks in Love, is not hurt
By the wailing clarion.
Yet, deep within, a chamber
Longs for my beloved
A sigh lights the cinders
Of a fire He bestowed.
The flames of worldliness
Are happy with my money
While the one -- my mirror she
Her love makes me happy.
In this hollow and fickle time
Green and White* colours
Are my soul's verse and rhyme
My heart her ship's harbour.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay, on August 23, 2011).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

*MULLAH: A MUSLIM CLERIC

* GREEN AND WHITE: A reference to the dress worn by the maiden I loved. This poem was found in a diary. Posted today.

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A Daydream

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Your hand in mine looks perfect together

Your sweetest smile that makes me feel better

We're terribly inlove which seems to last forever

I believe, with you, life will be brighter

We're arm to arm while walking on the park

I'm not afraid even the monsters would appear on the dark

Because I know I'm your Louise and you're my Clark

No one can touch me and leave a painful mark

And now the greatest moment finally arrive

You're the most handsome groom and I'm your beautiful bride

I wear my sweetest smile as I walk down the aisle

Feels like I am flying because my spirit is so high

Our love is so strong, but there's something wrong

I'm the only one who knew it all along

I didn't realize I've been daydreaming for so long

How I wish in your arms I do belong

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I just wrote this poem, because I believe many people already experienced daydreaming..

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Nothing Can Bring Back

Nothing can bring back

the sound of your laughter
a new photographed
or the feel of your touch

And yet

I hear your laughter from our kids
I see your face in their photos
and although your touch will never be

In memory, you're still with me.

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LIFE IN A LOVE

Escape me?
Never---
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,---
So the chace takes up one's life ' that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me---
Ever
Removed!
(By Robert Browning).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem shows Browning's outlook of optimism so far as love is concerned. It contrasts sharply with the despair depicted in the poems by other poets of the romantic era.

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Should You Lead Me Into Love

Should you lead me into love,
I so promise, dear, to follow.
Should you lead me into love,
we'll be in it, dear, tomorrow.

And the light will come to guide us,
while the sunshine shows our way.
And I'll find you close beside me,
through each hour of the day.

Wanna sing for you my love songs,
all the ones stored in my heart.
Should you lead me into love,dear,
love will dearly play a part.

Praise the heavens up above us.
God be with us all the while.
Be there love that's always present,
through the ways of each new mile.

And wherever life may find us,
all of love will fill the view.
For our love it shall inspire,
hopes and clarity anew.

Wanna sing for you my love songs,
in the glory of your grace.
Should you lead me into love, dear,
love will always be the place.

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