Month: February 2006

Hello, Mo Cuishle,

     I apologize for
the confusion in your mind because of the post I made in MySpace. Don’t worry,
the visa papers were submitted today, now it is all in the hands of the USCIS.
If that was what you were referencing in those posts.

   What bothered me to
go silent is something else. I truly wish someway I can make you understand
that. However now I realize that I have no experience from my past how to deal
with it. If I say anything more it will only confuse you more. Don’t worry. I
am will be fine.

  Thanks a lot for the
comments and it surprised me a bit when I saw the comments on a protected post.
I don’t know why you did that. So I am also going to keep this in a protected
post only you can see.

 

You are going to
take a great step of acting in a movie. From what you said it is a small role.
But it may be a small step for you, and I pray to the God I believe and to all the
saints to make that a giant leap for your life. It is a wild world but a
wonderful one. You take good care of yourself. 

Lovingly.

Riaz Ahammed.

Thursday…. My day haha… I thought it will be a quiet day. I was
terribly disturbed by a death news of someone I only heard in that
death new. Marshall another xangan and friend of Sam posted the death
of one of his fellow students. The way he wrote that post was so
touching, I really felt sad for the girl who died. My heart goes for
this girl and my prayers too.
 Otherwise it was quite day. There were not a lot of things I
needed to do at work. We are all relaxing. I wonder how things are
going on with the implementation guys. They are working their ass out.
Anyway I believe nothing is going wrong with the applications we
promoted.
 Before I get to the poem. Congratulations Sam for the getting the Movie part.

Today I was browsing public domain pictures I can use to post along
with most of the poems here to LonelyPoet.Com. If anyone visited that
site one can see there is a picture along with the poem. I have a lot
of poems sitting here in Xanga which I hope by the end of the weekend I
will be able to move to LonelyPoet.Com. I found this picture and I love
it big time. Looking at this picture I wrote the poem. Enjoy.

Dream Of A Rose.

From the time as a pollen flown,
Across landscapes on the lap of the wind,
Deep inside kept a little dream,
To make a difference in the wilderness around.

Every day in warmth and comfort,
And many nights in the moonlight slept,
The dream lingered in darkness and light.
No fear came amid the lush surrounding greenery.

Then after one starlit night,
After watching the dance of the meteors,
The half moon in laziness still lingered,
And the stars with eyes wide open, unblinking.

Opened the first petal showing the color inside,
The beauty of a heart unseen,
In deep, the sweetness of love resides.

Before sun shown his first flash on east,
Moon once more blessed the flower,
Upon every petal with the glory of her glitter,
No soul awake to see that beauty blossom.

The warmth of the moonlight’s love,
Melted every bit of dew upon the flower,
That like the essence of love dripped,
Upon every leaf and buds beneath.

Nature in pride of her newborn laughed,
And welcomed the lord of the day,
Whose chariot rays dried,
Every drop of the melted dew.

Oh’ those wonders of nature seen,
Only in the minds eye of poets like me,
And felt from inside a lover’s heart,
Who give his love that beauty of nature,
With a kiss upon the flower, as symbol of love,
A flower’s dream carried all the way,
In fulfillment, became part of pure love.

Nature in the pride of fulfillment,
Once again fell asleep early,
To wake up early to see,
The fulfillment of another love.

Another day died away. Aww, I love the way the day took me on a ride.
Psssst., I was running around like a mad dog to get things done. To
start with I walked right into a meeting. I hate coffee smell. In the
meeting everyone was drinking coffee. And I felt like a pregnant woman
with morning sickness. After that, Vera called me and told one of the
stamping in the passport is missing. Yeah, I screwed up with the
scanning and missed one page with an entry date. I drove back to the
hotel picked up the passport and rushed to the executive center Grrrr,
a bunch of jackasses were sitting there having a meeting. So scanning
was out of option. I thought I will fax it. Well the Fax line was not
working at my new company. Then I faxed it to my callwave fax number
and then emailed it to Vera. By this time it was 2:00PM. I went back to
office, a lot to do. As the negotiation with the new company should
start otherwise by the end of the week I won’t be having a job. Started
making phone calls. That was settled through phone. The new company
guys need to call tomorrow morning the middle layer of the client. Mmm
all settled.
 Now here comes someone saying he is bored and want to talk to me.
WOW bad idea, I started the talk at 3:30 and in three hours that guy
was like a crushed sugar cane. Hehehe. Me all active, only one problem.
I did not wrote anything.

Here is a poem I have posted in MySpace.Com last week. Don’t ask me why I wrote this.

The
Haunting Past.

The haunting past across my path walks,
In the mockery of my own life,
I buried all my flaws with cloak of more lies.

Do I deserve to be sad?
Do I deserver to be angry?
Oh, no, never could I answer,
In the pleads of mine, I believe I will be forgiven.

Oh’ you the one I love, my love for you is no flaw,
It is no dream I wish someday fulfilled,
The reality of my love unanswered pains,
Deep and from inside me burns.

The flame I kindled I wish to carry,
To see the unlit roads ahead,
But will you believe me and hold my hand?
Uncloak me with a word of care?
As the twisted roads ahead once more,
Take me through milestones of that haunting past.