tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190929982011-04-21T15:35:48.261-07:00Hello everyone!Welcome to my world.This site is especially made for those interested in poetry.The poems you will find here are written by me,but there is no copyright so feel free to use(not abuse,lol) them.Enjoy!Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-88756249743667189482008-10-17T10:09:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:11:51.870-07:00Beauty has no boundaries, when it comes to you…<br />The chains of modesty are broken because of you…<br />Life blows a refreshing breeze, at the sight of you…<br />My heart lives longer, at the thought of you…<br /><br />Merry is this moment, when I write to you…<br />A flurry in my soul ,is what I feel for you…<br />I look at the emptiness, to be filled by you…<br />The kohl in your eye, sign of a queen in you…<br /><br />The soft tresses of your hair, flowing down on you…<br />Like a river from a source, that channels glamour into you…<br />And the softness of your arms, the suppleness that cuddles you…<br />And what of the curves, that highlight the lady in you…<br /><br />I whisper my heart, to the heart that lives in you…<br />To tell it a tale, of love I have for you…<br />And to wish it hope, for a future with you…<br />To be your man, to cherish, to hold…You!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-8875624974366718948?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-91941592344027632672008-10-15T16:20:00.000-07:002008-10-15T16:21:03.861-07:00This enchanting night, that promises a day of glory…<br />This patient soul, awaiting to tell this story…<br />This feeling beneath, that surfaces with fury…<br />This wish that I wish, to you to make you merry…<br /><br />A birthday it is, again, once more…<br />But tis as new, as you grow ever pure…<br />It is a prayer that I send, to bless you, head to toe…<br />And a kiss, sealed on your lips, sweet savor…<br /><br />I found you a damsel, and now a lady you are…<br />I welcomed you in my heart, to be my queen, my star…<br />And this day brings joy, to you, near, and me, far…<br />I close with love, to bond us together, forever…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-9194159234402763267?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-79945340054158494112008-10-15T16:16:00.000-07:002008-10-15T16:19:53.163-07:00U can stare…my focus is in ur eyes..<br />where i swim in the colours of ur iris..<br />and dissolve into the mysterious abyss of ur pupils..<br />tryin to find the source of uneasiness that emanates from ur longing stare..<br />So let me tell you...<br /><br />When the moon,<br />Bright and full.<br />Walked out into the ocean of stars…<br /><br />When the stars,<br />Sparkly with a glint..<br />Danced about in a shower of life..<br /><br />When this life,<br />So young and free,<br />Was lived in red passion..<br /><br />When this passion,<br />Bubbly and full,<br />Burst out in a panorama of colours…<br /><br />When the colors,<br />Washed out to sea,<br />And met the reflection..of the moonbeams..<br /><br />And the moonbeams,<br />wafted back to the source<br />To a dawn, when the moon was no more…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-7994534005415849411?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-5450494982895978082008-10-15T16:12:00.000-07:002008-10-15T16:15:04.359-07:00This here is a tale..one of a kind..<br /><br />Used to be , pumping up all the glory I could find..<br /><br />Hating, and heart aching is what changed me..is what made me..<br /><br />And now this metal that I holster, that I believe in…<br /><br />A 9 mm? a berretta? .. my alphanumerics spell me wrong..<br /><br />No more honor..this time for the money, for the she`s and for the high-end..<br /><br /><br /><br />They don’t recognize me no more…Gambit is old news..This new hustler is not your friend<br /><br />I slugged you in your dreams..so beware..i left one in the chamber..this is for tomorrow.<br /><br />Its nothing personal..just something I fantasize..<br /><br />The clouds gather..and blood pours, in sheets and in fury..<br /><br />My heart opens. my eyes close, the crowd cheers..<br /><br />To the death we pledge, to heroism we turn..<br /><br />Left and right, the swing is wrong..<br /><br />My outfit gets stained..but this is a no return zone..<br /><br /><br /><br />The end nears..and the fatality increases…<br /><br />Its time to put faith on my piece..and I get trigger happy..<br /><br />He dodges me, and replies with a colt..<br /><br />Darkness envelopes and death becomes a friend…<br /><br />I would rather die than walk the defeated lane..<br /><br />Gambit looks on…wishing he would have been an ally..<br /><br />He puts away the colt...time stops…I am gone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-545049498289597808?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-60938731345319371922008-06-30T12:03:00.000-07:002008-06-30T12:04:30.166-07:00<em>Bond of Love, Broken on a rose…</em><br /><em></em><br />These words are of a dying heart, with a beat so faint…<br />Of happier days it has seen , now a colourless memory…<br />Hopes and dreams dashed, so much left to fate…<br />So today I return reluctant, to a world less merry…<br /><br />Her hand too soft, I had to hold with caution…<br />Her heart more delicate, yet I gave less care…<br />Regret is what I face, a life with no emotion…<br />She leaves me for dead, and walks away with flair..<br /><br />Now the moment of realization, a jolt of truth…<br />It is her that I loved, cherished and lost..<br />And now to begin a life, she expects with no doubt…<br />But it is in vain, for my life is loving her the most…<br /><br />So I bid farewell, to the ones who held us together…<br />To hope and wish, good fortune and merry…<br />And remembrance of me, I ask not a bother…<br />I am but a faint thought, fading into a world so dreary...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-6093873134531937192?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1141455361628223772006-03-03T22:54:00.001-08:002006-03-04T00:13:42.483-08:00Another day,undying…<br />Another fear, everlasting…<br />A coldness, unshrouded…<br />A tale, unfolded…<br /><br />A past, unforgotten…<br />A memory, unsound…<br />A feeling unsoothed…<br />A beginning, unending…<br /><br />Love, untainted…<br />Smiles, unbounded…<br />Closeness, embedded..<br />Joy unmatched…<br /><br />A departure,unexpected…<br />Sorrow, unbearable…<br />A longing, unquenched…<br />A thought, fading…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-114145536162822377?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1140251638838568712006-02-18T00:32:00.000-08:002006-02-18T00:33:58.840-08:00<div align="center">An anniversary..A mere occassion of two...Priceless...so it seems..and the tale moves on..<br />A meeting, a convergence...A pleasure,a moment...the eyes talked,the sight spoke...a bond formed,a hope sought...<br />A word spoken, a breath caught..a promise made, a tie knotted...warmth spread,sweet love formed...and of a new life,a beginning brought...<br />And so,a year passing,and another...and the memories cherished...and the love aflame..and hereby a conclusion made... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-114025163883856871?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1140020141458198142006-02-15T08:14:00.000-08:002006-02-15T08:15:41.460-08:00Twinkling stars above…hear my thoughts<br />A beautiful baby was born today!!<br />You ask who?who else?<br />My baby girl..queen of my heart<br />What can I say?<br />A lovely smile,diamond eyes…<br />Cute nose,shweet cheeks…<br />Surely she twinkles more than you…<br /><br />Shining sun above!!...hear my cry<br />A rose bloomed today<br />You ask where?where else?<br />In the garden of love and care<br />What can I say?red,red,red…<br />With a fragrance….<br />Surely she shines more than you…<br /><br />Colorful rainbow above!!...hear my excitement<br />A shower of colours was released today..<br />Feel my happiness..feel my glow!!<br />You ask how?how else?<br />Every color more better than the one before…<br />An angel…definitely an angel<br />An angel of mine….<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-114002014145819814?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1139921296003730462006-02-14T04:34:00.000-08:002006-02-14T04:48:16.020-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/1883/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/1883/320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Busy...thats the word people use...<br />Times have changed and the result is the frequent and increased use of gadgetry to keep in touch,instead of a more lively face to face interaction.<br />Oh,by the way, thats me...on the phone,looking as tense as ever.<br />Can`t we see what is happening to the very fabric of society?We are fraying, into one complete mess,taken in by the "wonders" of this world.<br /><br />A piece of advice?<br /><br />Start interacting...Love one another...Life is short...<br /><br />Keep it real!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113992129600373046?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1139229161290854522006-02-06T04:31:00.000-08:002008-10-17T12:21:13.095-07:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">Lost in your eyes, like the moon in the day<br />my beloved, what more can i say…<br />you hold my heart dear, and you complete my journey,<br />for i am a traveller, in your world honey<br /><br />Sometimes i wonder, sometimes i ponder,<br />to be in love, and to get fonder,<br />is a great feeling, an ecstasy,<br />and i am in love, and this you can see<br /><br />I behold you, in my arms hold you,<br />tight and secure, to never let go, i speak true,<br />i ask you for only one favour,<br />love me good, love me tender, love me…forever!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113922916129085452?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1138728313018556302006-01-31T09:17:00.001-08:002006-01-31T09:28:02.306-08:00"compare or contrast? that is the ache i feel as i ponder upon this sight...the lady, and the flower....why, they are both lovely, yet fragile...born of sweet origin, and blooming, by the day and more by the night and into the eons of time....can i choose? my, i believe not, because each cannot be held with force, but treated with the ecstacy of softness, and to each there is fragrance attached, one of more meaning to me than the other..but i believe one should precede the next..so here i choose...for i am a man of advantage and with the lady i get both, for she is truly a lady, and yet a flower of life..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113872831301855630?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1138703472624042702006-01-31T02:28:00.000-08:002006-01-31T07:17:40.496-08:00<div align="center">a warm sun topping over the horizon,a cold night,whisked away..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">a sleepy hand types these words...an awaiting eye smiles,in a moment of play..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">well,it is now that i bid goodnite and dreams i wish u,sweet and fair..</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">so now it is tata till `moro,to meet in a new day!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113870347262404270?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1138654785857405752006-01-30T12:55:00.000-08:002008-10-17T12:22:23.898-07:00<div align="left"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;">A thousand eyes turned,a thousand lips gasped.<br />A life was born….the world showed its splendour..<br />A cute little one…a red red wonder<br /><br />A thousand beams struck it,a shower of sighs escaped<br />Beautiful…it was..is..<br />That was the past…and now…??<br /><br />Sweet years down the road…beauty seems to find its way to her…<br />blooming into a new flower every day…<br />and this is how she goes..<br /><br />a turn of her head…those eyes,hair…everything washes away…<br />like the sea amazing the eyes of the sore one…<br />that’s how she looks..<br /><br />her steps..measured…every grain..perfected..<br />everything gives way…the hearts are calmed..<br />down she comes….gracefuly…<br /><br />colorful are her days…more with me..<br />joining her late in her journey…I wish to make it more blissful…<br />together lookin into our eyes..<br />to discover worlds beyond<br /><br />hand in hand…I pull her close…<br />make sure the smile is present and whisper three lovely words in her ear…<br />I love you...dear….<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113865478585740575?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1138648168742949502006-01-30T10:48:00.000-08:002006-01-30T11:09:28.966-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/1883/1600/meee.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3594/1883/320/meee.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hi everyone!This is me, Mohammed Rustam. A lot is yet to come,so stay tuned!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113864816874294950?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19092998.post-1138646479576793732006-01-30T10:34:00.000-08:002006-01-30T10:48:13.620-08:00There was once upon a time...<br />a time when seasons were filled with love...<br />love that warmed hearts and eased life...<br />life that was unbearable without you...<br /><br />mornings came,came and yet came...<br />came with a dawn so pretty,so sparkly...<br />sparkly as the newly departed starlit night...<br />night,covered in a blanket of silence...<br />Did this morning come with a promise...?<br />a promise to set my eyes on you...<br />you who drives me insane with every breath...<br />breath that is filled with longing and desire...<br /><br />And there you are,sweet and waiting...<br />waiting for my ever-wanted hug...<br />hug that wraps you in clouds of heavenly warmth...<br />heavenly warmth that only we can understand...<br /><br />Standing back,looking at you,life is complete...<br />complete with the joys and sorrows of each day...<br />each day that rises with thirsts and quenches...<br />quenches of thirsts driven with passion,desire...<br /><br />intertwining your delicate fingers in mine...<br />mine that were dry with the absence of yours...<br />yours that longed for the taste and to be a companion...<br />A companion as you,to help and support me...<br /><br />Walking,chitchatting,carressing,loving...<br />loveing that was the essence of us...<br />us that was the perfect symbol of love...<br />love,a word i don`t think that will ever be understood...<br /><br /><br />G-bit<br />(All Rights Reserved.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19092998-113864647957679373?l=mrustam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gambitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07136737220410040255noreply@blogger.com1