A Half Real Dream

A Half Real Dream

Strange, the thoughts say about the events passing by
Though events show reminiscence,
Of some forgotten days in a past distant.

Oh’ the clouds so dense, blinding,
Even the closest faces looking,
The real man in him always remains, unseen.

Life drifts along with paths unknown,
Where is land and where is the sky?
Mind asks about the delusions felt.
Oh’ is there anything that resembles,
In the history of mankind that teaches,
To find harmony of reality and fantasy?

Everything he says means different,
Everything he does out of context taken,
The wonderful life between cup and lips lost,
Still he indeed in the tit bits of events finds enjoyment.

“Drag along O life, Drag along” he said,
And once more in the thoughts of days gone by looked,
And in the flight of a half real dream his legs he stretched,
And the sweetness of the moment he spread through his life.

Good Sunday

A walk in the mall, went shopping around at Macy’s Men shopthen went to Dick’s Sporting store and bought couple of SFGiants Baseball hats.Then went to see XMen… wow full of terrific action. I love the special effect.I think I will see this one at least another 4 times.

Understand this…There is a reason for everything… There is a reason for everything I do… Thereis a meaning for everything I say…

Have a great week ahead of ya all.

LonelyPoet.
LonelyPoet.Com

I am Back

In all honesty, I don’t know what to write anymore. I tookbreak after break after break and now I know I am breaking down. I let down alot of people by leaving xanga. Now I am back. Not in the same way though… you allwill understand what the changes are in the days to come.

  Well… I am sad,angry and frustrated. Happiness…. mmm it is an illusion I don’t understandanymore. There are those who believe they can be a friend of minewithout knowing who I really am. There are who believed that I am a soft speakingflower carrying romantic. And here I am none of those, I am no friend of anyone.I am not the lover of anyone. But I know who really I am. Literally the “LonelyPoet”I will remain as is. The “Age Of Survival” is over. I will not wait for life todeal the next deck of cards for me. I probably will make my own game with my ownsets of rules. Well… I already know the set of rules. Now I need invent a game around those rules. Haha.Though, tragic in the eyes of all, I still enjoy “MY” life to the fullest.

  So how will start “IAAAAAAM BAAAAAACK”. Good enough?

My Apologies

Hey little princess….. I am so sorry…. I just don’t know what
should I do to cheer you up…. that makes me more sad…. Well… I
will deal with this someway. Don’t feel bad about me too…. I am too
old for any change…I can only apologize for that.

Riaz  Ahammed

Dramatic times. A lot ofthings happening at the same time and I have no time to deal with itall. Well in between I sometime take my pen and write. There are manypoems, here is one of them. Rest of them, you know where they are. I amchanging big time. One change I made a heart breaking one I sold my carthe 1999 VW Beetle my car for seven years. I loved it but it no longerfits me as I cannot carry all my personal belongings in it. You all maylaugh which one I bought. No suspense or riddles. A new Honda OdysseyMini Van. I was looking a big vehicle and it was comfortable and bigenough to take all my things. There are many changes to follow. Waitand see. One thing that will never change me being a poet. Here we go…

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A Look From Outside.

The silky sunlight of the spring morn spread,
Across the horizon and through the window peeped,
A soul without dreams in the peace of sleep,
Now in the warmth and brightness felt disturbed.

Watched DVDs and heard CDs on the floor scattered,
Pages with unfinished verses thrown around,
A half empty mug with English breakfast tea sits,
With half eaten peanut butter, jelly sandwich upon a plate lay,
Waiting to be thrown out and from this half-rotten prison free.

Oh’ in the days that passed, about a normal life he dreamt,
What unfolded before him was the path of a vagabond,
Every aspiration through the fantasy flight took,
And from heights down was thrown,
When upon the broken wings of dreams face down fell,
One more image of a lost cause in memory engraved.

The uniqueness of his self misunderstood,
The aggressive talks and the uncompromising honesty,
Truth of life and love with stubbornness held,
But, unaccepted, isolated and unbearable he became,
In a world where love lost all its meanings to immorality.

Alone, empty and away he walked,
From all that don’t need him,
In through the depths of everything negative he survived,
With a heart, with passions and prayers filled,
But a squeeze inside his chest felt,
Freezing his spirit and flesh in cold,
Every corner of his body through fives senses succumbed,
Into unbearable pain of parting, losing and sadness,
When eyes he looked into did not glitter,
When words he said into the silence of the other vaporized,
And the clutches of loneliness through the soul once more pierced.

Wiping away the drops of tears, he lied down,
The night through every sense crawled in,
Darkness covered piercing every thought darker,
Sleep, the virtual death, consumed,
The subconscious when sadness overwhelmed,
The deeper the sleep became the deeper memory slept,
Erasing the tiny hope of normal life once more,
Mind in deep sleep, blank as the mind of a newborn became.

Now the cold have left the town
The warmth returned with the silky spring morn sun,
Upon his face with the new season’s magic rolled,
Without any memory of the wrongs that happened,
The silky bright spring morn with cheerfulness he faced,
Unknowing once more, for him nothing but the nature changed,
In the wild weird world of humanity.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

Mo Cuishle,

      My sincere
thanks to you for writing a poem a day after I asked you to write something. Small
gestures are the ones that I always will remember. What you did is not small
and you know how I will take it. A great honor… that’s it.  If you ever want to do anything for me,
writing a poem is always the best.

Riaz Ahammed.

Mo Cuishle,

      What in the
world got into you? When I said what I said in my site it was generally aimed
at people who did not visited LonelyPoet.Com even after I went to their site
and invited them to my site. It was not at all aimed specifically at you. I am
so sorry if I gave you an impression like that.

   Well… you are one
of my regular readers so I know you will come even in your busy schedule and
read my writings. As my writings nowadays are general and not specifically
written for your eyes even if you don’t comment I have no complaints. Even
though I love to hear from you about what you think about my writings, it is
all up to you to decide whether to comment or not. Do not hate yourself for
something I said.

  I think it is time
for you write something, like a poem or a passage. Because the quick reaction
to things is not something that will help in the long run, you can vent at me
and I will sit and take it. Not everyone may do the same. Take care.

Like I always say, once a darling, always a darling.

Riaz Ahammed.

My brother in India Manzoor Ahamed sent this to me earlier. Most of you might have seen this already. Well… for me this is the first time I am seeing it. Worth reading as it makes one think.

To realize
The value of a sister
Ask someone
Who doesn’t have one.

To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.

To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.

To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.

To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.

To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
who has given birth to
A premature baby.

To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize
The value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.

To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident…

To realize
The value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one.

 

There are people who are busy, who thinks about a lot more than they can do. There are people who think they are busy and ends up doing nothing. Then there are others, who just act busy to cover up their laziness.

 

None of the above qualify to be a friend of mine.

 

LonelyPoet.