Poems of the heart author rizwan ahmed memon director trlcl the real learning center larkana

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Poems of the Heart
Your dreams will only be dreams if
you don’t work hard and make them
come true. --Rizwan Ahmed
Memon
You define your success by your
perseverance. -- Rizwan Ahmed
Memon
Rizwan’s childhood dream was to change the
world by being an actor. However, he is not an
actor today, but a writer and teacher of great
repute. His writings have impact on the young
and the old. He has succeeded in changing the
world by teaching and writing.
Rizwan was born in the village of Larkana,
Sindh, Pakistan. He grew up in a village named
Akil near the bank of the Indus River. When
Rizwan was five, his father, who was a teacher,
died. He was raised by his mother and brother.
In his childhood, Rizwan did not play many
games, and he was not interested in any
particular sport. Starting in his childhood,
Rizwan became a lover of nature. His writings
reflect this. He received his early education in
his own village in government schools. After
high school, he attended Government
Commerce College. For higher studies he went
to University of Sindh.
Even though English is not his first language,
Rizwan writes in English. He developed a strong
passion for English when he was in high school.
He says he thinks in English, he dreams
in English, and English streams in his
nerves like blood. He refined his
writing skills during the four years he
attended the university. There he read
a lot and published his first book
online. During his first two years at the
university, Rizwan spent more time on
the Internet and writing than he did in the
classroom. As a non-native speaker of English,
he thinks his writings need to be proofread by
native speakers and professional writers, so he
has spent hours on the Internet with writers
and teachers discussing his writings.
After completing his bachelor’s in Computer
Science in 2013, Rizwan returned to his native
village and has dedicated himself to teaching
and writing. He runs his own institute named
The REAL Learning CENTER, where he teaches
English and computer programming.
Since the day Rizwan fell in love with writing, he
has written stories, essays, letters, biographies,
and poems that explore many facets of his
identity. All the male characters that start with
the letter ‘R’ are based on his own life. People,
love and nature are at core of his writings.
Rizwan has dedicated his life to the youth of
Pakistan by teaching and educating them. He
does all that he can to provide educational
opportunities to the poor.
Rizwan was born on January 1, 1992.

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When I started to jot down the words of my heart and
mind, they spoke out of longing, separation, and the wish
to be with someone, and so my poems came to be.
Poetry can provide such a magic of words that even the
wizard, the writer, can be surprised. Sometimes sitting
under the Neem tree, sometimes in fields, and sometimes
by the riverbank, the magic of my thoughts and words
have surprised me. My pen keeps flowing, and my fingers
typing. I come up with different pieces of work.
Angly’s love and friendship have always been behind my
writing. Apart from that, the world’s special and simple
people and all things in it inspire me to write. Not everyone can play this game of words. Only
those who feel deeply, care deeply, and love deeply can be part of this game. Angly, my wife,
says I am one of those sensitive people who notice everything. It is a good trait for a writer to
have. All the poems that I have written represent my different states of mind at different points of
time. Happy thoughts come when you are happy, and sad ones come when you are sad. A
writer defines on paper the world around him, the experiences, and the things he sees. Once
those things are written they outlaw the author himself.
The work that I have done will be valuable for readers. I will continue writing while there is
breath in my body. I post all my writings on my blog. Anyone can visit the blog to read new
pieces of writings and to stay informed of my activities. The address
is http://RizwanAhmedMemon.blogspot.com. All the writings in this book and the works which I am
creating now and will create in future will be on the blog
With best wishes,
Rizwan Ahmed Memon
Village Akil, Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan
30-11-2014

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given below where the author uploads his books. Also the author posts his writings regularly on
his blog http://rizwanahmedmemon.blogspot.com/. The author would appreciate your feedback.
See contact information below.
Many thanks to Jennifer for her selflessness, time, and help. Your kindness and generosity will
always be remembered.
I dedicate this work to everyone who loves, to my mother without whose prayers I would have
been nothing, and to my wife Angly whose company and support has given me time to write.
No part of this book may be printed or reproduced with someone else’s name. The book can be
shared for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2014
Rizwan Ahmed Memon

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by Rizwan Ahmed Memon
You left, life failed,
Colors faded, hopes feared.
You left, the tears rolled,
Lights flashed, the desires flamed.
You left, life failed.
Was it you or the life, the breath, the soul?
Was it you or the path, the north, the destination?
Was it you or the faith, the fire, the fame?

The parks, the ponds
All are sad.
The rivers, the rains
All are said.
The winds, the waves
All are sad.
The birds, the herds
All are sad.
The days, the rays
All are sad.
The walks, the laughs
All are sad.
The trees, the bees
All are sad.
The fields, the meals
All are sad.
The nights, the flights
All are sad.
The flowers, the farmers.
All are sad.
The dreams, the teams
All are sad.

As the night falls,
My longing starts.
Moon shines, stars twinkle,
My thoughts turn to you,
And the tears fall.
Night stops to pass,
Darkness suffocates the soul,
As the night falls,
My longing starts.
I have a sacred soul;
The devil conspires to make it foul.
Sins will give me regrets --
I won’t be a fool.
My sanctity, my purity can be retained
Only when I refrain from sin,
So I won’t be a fool and sell my sacred soul.

Health is more than wealth.
It is water in the ocean,
The trees in the forest;
It is light in the day.
It is the moon in the sky,
The twinkling star at night;
It is wind of the north.
It is rain in the desert,
The greenery in the oases;
It is a flower in the field.
It is cold in the winter,
The hot in the summer;
It is soul in the body.

Your love is like the ocean waves,
Sometimes high, sometimes low.
Your love is like the north wind,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
Your love is like the flow of the river,
Sometimes more, sometimes less.
Your love is like the weather,
Sometimes cold, sometimes warm.
The heart, the mind, the youth are for you.
The morning, the evening, the night are for you.
The laughter, the tears, the sobs are for you.
The prayers, the dreams, the hopes are for you.
The lips, the eyes, the hands are for you.
The poems, the stories, the letters are for you.
The waiting, the promise, the longing are for you.
-- My life is yours.

When there are clouds in the sky,
Water in the pond,
Wind from the north,
Your hand in my hand,
That makes my day.
When there is a smile on your face,
Bangles around your wrist,
Earrings in your ears,
A ring on your finger,
That makes my day.
When there are waves in the river,
Your footprints on the bank,
Your books in the boat,
That makes my day.
When there are flowers in the fields,
Due on the grass,
Your fragrance around me,
That makes my day.
When there are leaves on the ground,
Your presence under the tree,
Shadows all around,
That makes my day.
When there are two cups of tea on the table,
Your face to watch,
Your voice to hear,
That makes my day.

When the wind blew in December,
I missed you.
When the night seemed to have no end in December,
I wished you were here.
When it was evening in December,
I wanted to take you for a walk.
When I needed you desperately in December,
I sat on the bank of the river and longed for you.
When I couldn’t have your company in December,
I pitied my own misfortune.
When loneliness hurt me in December,
I amused my heart by writing.
One more year passed in December--
I am still waiting for you.

In every moment you will miss me,
After my death.
Your eyes will flow like a river,
After my death.
In my life you never spent much time with me,
But you will spend rest of your life in my recollection,
After my death.
In every moment you will miss me,
After my death.

Pink are her cheeks
That glow
In my room.
Red are her lips
That water
My mouth.
Soft are her arms
That surround
Me at night.
Long are her hair
That shadows
In the day.
--Rizwan Ahmed Memon

Farewell to loneliness
Hello to company
Farewell to lonely walks
Hello to chats
It's my marriage, marriage, marriage.
-- Rizwan Ahmed Memon
My dream girl speaks softly
My dream girl speaks softly, gently
Speaks softly, gently, slowly
Softly, gently, slowly, mildly.
When she comes in my dream.
--- Rizwan Ahmed Memon

My bride is simple
My bride is simple, pure
Is simple, pure, innocent
Simple, pure, innocent, Pakistani
Girl.
Good-bye to bachelor life
Hello t married life
Good-by to long, lonely nights
Hello to beautiful, lovely, nights
She has come, come, come.

Amazing
Lovely
Beautiful
Simple
Pure
Innocent
Is my Angly, Angly, Angly.

I called her my fairy.
She smiled at me and I felt merry.
I asked her where she had come from.
With her smiling face she replied
From the fairies’ world in the heavens.
I asked her who she had come for.
In soft voice she replied
I was the one she sought.
I inquired her whether she would be with me for good.
She said she had to go back.
I asked why the separation after coming in my life.
I told her it was not right,
She should stay with me on the earth,
Or take me with her to the fairies’ world.
She agreed that she would take me to the fairies’ world.
And would be with me forever.

Without you near my eyes wept silently,
My tears rolled on my cheeks silently,
My heart beat for you silently.
My longing for you woke me up at night silently,
Your memory hurt me in the room silently.
Your absence on the bed stabbed me in the darkness silently,
My separation from you suffocated my soul at the midnight silently.
In her arms was my ultimate world.
Her lips were no less than honey.
Her long dark hair was like the dark clouds of summer,
Which provided comforting shadows.
When she held my hand in her hand, I felt safe.
In her company my life took on new colors.

In May the summer
I married a marvelous maiden.
Bright was her face
Pink were her cheeks.
Red were her lips
Deep were her eyes;
Little were her hands
Light were her feet.
Long were her hair
Fine was her figure;
Dense were her eyelashes
Silent was she.
Spoke she slowly
Smiled she gently;
In May the summer
I married a marvelous maiden.

Let’s make a world
Where no worries can enter.
Let’s make a nest
Which no wind can break.
Let’s make a garden
Where flowers of love can bloom.
Let’s go somewhere
Where time can never end,
Where we can remain young forever,
And make endless love.

Wind blows, clouds gather
When she smiles.
Flowers bloom, fragrance spreads
When she smiles.
Wounds heal, fears drown
When she smiles.
Dreams come true, plans work
When she smiles.
Life fills with colors, everything has charm
When she smiles.
Fate changes, prayers are heard
When she smiles.
The sun rises, the night falls
When she smiles.
Stars twinkle, moon shines
When she smiles.

As I lay down
On the pillows
Of her soft arms,
I fell fast asleep.
I saw paradise
In my dream
And we were flying with Angels.
The leader of all angles
Brought two crowns,
And he put them on our heads.
As I slept
On the pillows
Of her soft arms,
I felt a lovely fragrance.
A gentle breeze
Kept blowing.
When I woke up,
The world had come to an end,
And I had reached eternity.

The summer nights
When we met
Were the nights
Of endless pleasure.
Sometimes the moon shined;
Sometimes it hid in the clouds.
Sometimes stars twinkled;
Sometimes they disappeared.
Sometimes a cuckoo sang;
Sometimes a firebird flew.
Sometimes the wind blew;
Sometimes it rained.
The summer nights
When we met
Were the nights
Of endless pleasure.
Sometimes she hugged me;
Sometimes she kissed.
Sometimes she whispered in my ear;
Sometimes she only looked at me.
Sometimes she slept;
Sometimes she lay awake.
Sometimes she held my hands;
Sometimes she let them go.

She quenched my all thirst
When I sat in the shadows of her long hair.
Her soft whispers lulled me to sleep
Moles on her cheek began to twinkle
Fragrance permeated all around
Her tender touch healed my all wounds
She purified my soul and my body
She gave me life and love that has no end
Rains of happiness began and all fears were drowned

We met in the moonlight of May.
A cuckoo sang a melodious song to make our night romantic.
The moles on her cheek were dim like stars around the moon.
Her bright, soft, velvety, snow-like face kept me awake all night long.
On that night suddenly I got lost in the forest of her long hair.
Then she whispered the way in my ear.
She put her light hands in my hands and brought me back.
She hugged me and promised to stay with me forever.

You are a dense shadow of a Neem tree
On a hot summer day.
You are a rain of blessing
On my heart’s desert Thar.
You are waves of life
On the bank of my soul’s Indus.
You are a bandage of healing
On the wounds of my body.
You are a compass
On the voyage of my life.

The river seems still
Without your presence.
The bank seems gloomy
Without your footprints.
The boat seems unsafe
Without your touch.
The journey seems empty
Without your company.
The levee seems like a graveyard
Without your walk.

Please do tell her
That the summer has come back,
The river has started flowing,
The boats, the birds have come back,
And that I have been looking forward to her arrival.
Please do tell her
That the rains have come back,
The wind has started bellowing,
The flowers have bloomed,
And that I have been thinking about her.
Please do tell her
That the winter has passed,
The harvest is over,
The farmers are gone,
And that I have been waiting for her.
Please do tell her
That the vegetables in the fields are ripe,
The shadows of trees are dense,
The summer holidays are on,
And that I have been looking forward to her arrival.
And please ask my city girl
When she will return
To the village, to the river, to the fields, to me.

Life came to an end,
But not my separation from you.
Tears dried, sobs stopped,
But not our sorrow.
Oh my love, our youth ended,
But not my longing for you.
The time will come when we will meet.
This isolation will come to an end.
We will be in each other’s arms --
The time will come when we will meet.

See me within you.
Find me in yourself.
Feel my presence in your heart.
I live in your dreams.
Meet me --
Make me yours,
For I belong to no one but you.
In every flower, I smell your fragrance.
In every moment, I feel your presence.
In every corner of my heart, I feel your essence.
In every thought, I have a remembrance of you.

The fields look yellow
In harvest days.
The summer begins
In harvest days.
The evenings looks a little dark
In harvest days.
The clouds scream
In harvest days.
The smile on your face looks more beautiful
In harvest day.
The sheaf of wheat in your hands makes you charming,
In harvest days.
The bangles on your wrist make more sounds
In harvest days.
The earrings in your ears shine more brightly
In harvest days.
Oh, my country girl, my love increases for you
In harvest days.

You wiped my tears,
Healed my wounds,
Gave me hope to live,
Brought colors back.
You touched my soul,
Gave me endless love,
Blessed me with a smile,
Breathed into my body.
You took my hand,
Showed me the path,
Led me to the destination,
Brought me happiness.
You filled my empty heart,
Removed all fears,
Lightened my night,
Made my life.
You taught me to write,
To compose poems,
To create stories,
To express my emotions.
You helped me recognize myself,
Made me a gentle man,
Taught me the way of living,
Gave me the sense of responsibility –
It is you who made me what I am.

Oh God, your people are so cruel;
Give me strength and comfort.
Oh God, your people cause me pain;
Oh God, your people are so selfish;
The hard times are going to go.
The fine times are going to come.
You and I will be together;
Wait.
The hard times are going to go.
The fine times are going to come.

I am no more in the habit of dreaming.
I am no more in the habit of laughing.
Having made sure you will not care,
I am no more in the habit of minding.
I am like a bird flying in the sky alone,
Seeking my companion who got lost in a strong wind.
I am like a bird flying in the sky alone.
I wish I could be
In your arms.
I wish I could be
With you all the time.
I wish I could be
In your heart.
I wish I could be
Yours.

I light candle at night to see you.
I wander in the day to find you.
I ask people to show me the path
Which leads to you.
Oh my love, my life is short and I need to find you.
You miss me, I know.
You love me, I know.
You care for me, I know.
You think of me, I know.
You remember me, I know.
You miss me --
I know.

As of yet my eyes wait.
Time and again I call you mine.
I feel ill at ease.
Where are you my need?
You are ever so beautiful.
Oh, my forgetful.
Near you be ever
The fear will disappear
Say in my ear
I am your dear.
Your separation I can’t bear
Come, dear let’s cheer
You love me it is clear
Say you will always care.

I am a mortal;
And No mortal is perfect.
Errors I may make;
God is for me at a stone’s throw
It is all I know.
Although I have mind to ponder;
I may get beguiled.
Devil conspires to make me foul
It is all I know.
Adam made a blunder years ago;
He sought forgiveness and gave it another go.
God forgave Adam and made all systems go.
It is all I know.
Do not do good all for show;
Good and bad will be revealed;
After we go.
It is all I know.
To guilty ones paradise Angel will say no;
Your good deeds cup is too low.
Now it is useless if you bow.
It is all I know.

Since the day I saw you,
I have lost my peace of mind.
My nights are so long;
My days have no end.
I need to tell you
I am in love with you.
Your beauty has snatched my sleep;
I pass the nights staying up late.
My thoughts turn to you;
My heart longs for you.
I have to tell you
Your silence has made me speak;
I speak through writing.
My pen writes about you,
My fingers type about you.
I must tell you
Your fine manners have won my heart;
I daydream all the time.
My mind wonders if you love me;
My heart says you love me.
I will tell you

I have felt nature
Under the green Neem tree.
I have heard the sweet songs of birds
I have experienced Soft breeze, heavy winds
I have got comfort
I have watched waves in the pond
Sitting under the green Neem tree.
I have seen birds catching fish from the pond
I have felt peace
I have viewed the flowery fields
That Green Neem tree is on the levee of River Indus
In Akil, Larkana, Sindh, Pakistan.
It is where I belong.
It is where I have found peace.

Friendship, when relation breaks,
Remains in the hearts;
Hurts, when friends are strangers,
Life becomes empty, but goes on.
Friends, leave memories when they are gone;
Their voices, laughs echoes in the ears.
Regrets, wishes, reside in the minds,
Till we are gone, too.

Today I went to that old Neem tree
To refresh some past memories,
To seek some forgiveness,
To get some flashbacks of you,
To feel the love that we had shared.
The wind was blowing,
The tree was swaying,
The waves were rising in the pond,
Your voice started to echo in my ears,
I could clearly picture you leaning against the tree.
Till today everything is as it was
But you have gone.
Your laughs have gone.
Your absence has made me realize
What pain is, what loneliness is.
When I climbed the tree as we often did,
I watched that old cemetery,
And wondered if it was a dream having you in my life.
If that was a dream, I wished I would have never been woken up.

Traveling to different cities,
Appearing at different tests and interviews,
A fresh graduate from university--
Tried very hard to get a job.
He studied at the library for hours,
And read the job ads in the newspapers.
Hoping to find vacancies, he turned page after page.
Days went by he kept looking for a job.
Sometimes he passed written tests,
But failed in interviews.
Sometimes his knowledge worked,
But his luck didn’t.
Sometimes his spirit
Struggled and dwindled.
Sometimes he collected himself
And kept searching.
He had a belief
That hard work bears fruit,
That the God’s mill grids slow but sure.
So he tried and tried and tired.

Once you promised
To be by my side always, my friends.
Now that tough times have come,
Where are you now?
I cannot hold back my tears--
I cannot stand tall--
I am breaking.
Where are you now?
Once you were my companions
At all gatherings.
Now no one is around
Where are you now?
Once when I had a lot of wealth and fame
You had a lot of time for me.
Now that my pockets are empty
Where are you now?
Once you phoned me every day.
Why my number is not in your phones now?
My friends,
Where are you now?

You had said you would come in the fall:
When due would be on the flowers,
When the wind would blow from the north,
And when the nights would be cold.
Oh, my love, please come back:
Because I see the pollen on the trees,
The due on the grass in the fields,
And my nights are cold, too.
You had said you would be back:
When the days would be short,
When the snow would start,
When the fog would blur the streets.
Oh, friend, now the days are short–
The snow falls on the mountains–
And the fog is in the valley–
Please somehow return now.
You had said you would arrive
When the river would flow smoothly–
When the water would dry–
When the sand would appear on the banks–
When the Siberian birds would come.
Oh, my precious, I find no waves
The water is only at the bottom of the river–
The sand shines in the warm sun–
And the foreign birds in flocks have reached.

Oh, my life, come back–
Before the fall ends–
Before the flocks flight–
Before the heart stops.

Oh, the sun went down—
The birds came back to their nests,
But I see no portent of your arrival.
Oh, my heart cries again—
My tears fall again.
Each day I see your way—
But you appear form nowhere.
Oh, the ringing bells in the necks of the cows
Tell that the end of the day has come—
But our separation from one another still continues.

The purity of snow,
Reminds me
Of your innocence.
The silence
Engendered by cold,
Reminds me
Of your silence.
The still air,
Helps me
Recall your touch.
The rustle
Of the leaves
In the trees--
The crackle
Of the leaves
Beneath my feet--
Make me feel
The sounds
Of the bangles
In your arms.
The howling wind,
The foggy fields,
The bubbling stream,
The creaking branches,
The rustling leaves,
They all make me
Miss you so--
When I go
For walks
In the fall.

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is a collection of poems that touch the
heart. The poems give you a chance to feel the different moods and
feelings of love, hormoney, care and other tender emotions.

Poems of the heart author rizwan ahmed memon director trlcl the real learning center larkana

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