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This is me driving in Bentonville Arkansas. Such a small town but took20 min to drive 3 miles. Nothing special it is just traffic moving atsnail pace. The video was taken using my mobile phone. One can also seethe condition of a single man’s car.

One of my friend in Australia sent me this picture… the captions were a little different so I am going to add my way to it…

A man got pulled over by cop for speeding and the officer came to him and said,

Sir, please give me your license and registration, you were going too fast for these roads sir.

He said “naa I am not I was going only at 35 you must have got it wrong in your radar, please check it again sir”
The officer got a bit confused by this reaction, he told “I’ll get you the radar report”  while taking the license and registration from the guy.
On his way back he noticed something in the car and came back to the man at the wheel and said..
“Please look at your dog behind sir, that is one sign you are driving too fast”

It is Tuesday, everything must go on Tuesday..

Just waiting for my boss lady to get back to me for some questions I asked. So I thought I will give you a quick update. I don’t think you will see another poem her for another month, if I finish what I am working on now early,  I will post it here. It is long. So for many that kinda sucks. This is something I started doing for my satisfaction. Then I went insane, stopped it now back at it.

Got many invitations to join facebook and I did joined. Honestly, that is most screwed up thing I have used on the internet. It sucks big time. So those who want to read me, come to my home and read. I am not going to come to your place and post what you want for you to say … it sucks.

Generally speaking my life goes really well. When things go wrong, I find a mirror and say.. You suck  big time buddy. Then give a smile at myself.. you know.. I love my smile.

I am going to start a prose work, which requires a lot of help from my friends(real ones I know in flesh and blood, not virtual ones who smiled at me and kissed someone else) On March 25th it will be 10 years since I came to USA. This prose writing will be a look back at the life which many don’t know about. Sajumon that’s the name my mother call me. Ashan is the name of my family. Some of you know about that Xanga site. I haven’t done a lot with it after the attempt to write a conversation with a fictional character. That sucked big time. You may start to see more updates in that site in the coming days. Keep in mind, what one may find there will not be appropriate for the light hearted and those who are below 21 years of age. DON’T COME TO THAT SITE. Because, it is the life of a man who left home, and came to a place and took a deliberate wild ride just to know what it means to live that life. In tears, pain, laughs, happiness and a lot of things which you will only read there, which are not really good in the point of view of many…. Here is the site. Sajuashan.

The Signature Of A True Human Is The Smile He/She Brings On The Face Of Others.

There is a message of goodbye in the following for someone who misunderstood me. The fault was mine even though I came in the right path I don’t think I can get that someone in my path. I am not going to try anymore. This poem in many ways may not be fully understood by many. It was an unloading of a year gone by. Well if one was here the whole year, yes one will understand what I am talking about. No more explanation.

                           This picture was taken yesterday when I was sitting at work.

                            A Valentine’s Day To Next Valentine’s Day.

One more Valentine’s Day Gone,
One more year from life went,
Into the pages of history.
Event filled life into veins stormed,
Passions of multiple lifetimes felt,
In the thrill of life spent,
In sadness, anger and in it all happiness.

February To March 2007. Days Of Tanya
 

The one girl, the wonderful girl,
With promises of surprise left.
First waited and waited in eagerness,
To hear her voice, to see her face,
But Oh’ love betrayed the soul once more,
When religious fanaticism danced,
When weight of the wallet out weighed,
In the Wild world web and left,
Bitterness of a cheap life,
That should’ve never lived.
 

March To October 2007. Days Of Izabella.
 

In a sleepless weekend she came,
Vowed her life with the perfection of love,
Told to soul what soul eagerly waited to hear,
Shown to eyes, the visual magic of love,
Ecstatic mind sprouted joy of love,
Nothing material mattered as everything thrived,
In the spiritual realm of love.
Inside humans live, the good of all good,
And the venom of evil that makes even devil a maggot,
Jealousy, crookedness and cunningness,
Love lost and anger and vengeance destroyed the soul,
Then mind in meditation gathered the shattered soul,
Rejuvenated but from the depths of soul still could hear,
The whispers of her words of love and care.
 

October 2007 To February 14th 2008. Days Of Rediscovery.
 

Not like a mourning mongrel in the corner laid,
Not a skeptic who forgot to live,
When saw the youthful charm of another life,
In ways of stupidity and unfulfilled promises.
Actions alone cannot make a saint,
Belief alone cannot save any soul,
The blending of both in balance makes, a perfect human.
Not all that were said were heard,
Not all written ever were read,
When doubts of past as illusions haunted,
Then came the realization that smiled and said,
A friend I can be but a friend I could never have,
Left for good for the good of all,
As fog that once covered and from eyesight kept, cleared,
A road to home that was searched for long,
A journey coming round to the place of start,
A journey filled with every emotion of life,
Years felt like lifetimes spent,
In the end the little man who went through it all,
Smiled, feeling every moment in full,
As he know none will cry for his acts,
None will forget to smile at his words.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

Better and better days should grow,
Where a bird upon a tree sits and sings,
And so comfortable the bird is,
But how long the bird will sing,
How long she will sit without swaying,
The spread out, mighty old tree.
No matter how careful the bird tries,
Into the flight when the bird takes off,
The branch the bird sat will sway.

On this day, those who love and are loved,
And those who care and are cared,
Those who listen and are heard,
May the changes in the days to come be,
The flight of the bird, smooth elegant,
And comfortable for you all that takes,
Everyone higher and higher.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

This video, came from a chat during the Video conference. Everyone said the smile and kiss were funny. Enjoy

If I am going write what I feel people will curse me. That much I disagree with many people. Consistency can be achieved only by being patient. Some people just don’t get it. If one is not consistent one will not know how life is going to be lost. I am not telling this from my own stupidity. I am telling this from a whole lot of life I have seen. I can proudly say, I know it, as I have seen it, heard it and felt it because to almost every corner of America I’ve been, and before that nearly 29 years I was in India, there too I have seen people failing making the same stupid mistake. There is one lesson I can tell everyone to listen, never define your life, if you do that, you are doomed to depression, sadness and many explode, many just can’t take it anymore and will kill themselves. One of my friend did that, he was like a twin brother for me. Sometime when we look back what we see may look like stupid mistakes. But those are the foundations that made us who we are, where we are and how we are. That is the reality in ones life, the nearest past. If you try to define everything in a box that don’t exist, by spitting at that past, what one will get is thin air. It may be very hard to understand what I am saying, but one day you all will know, I was right all the way.
 
I thought I will write a new poem and with a lot of work to do and it is nothing but Mainframe COBOL that is coming in my mind now I don’t think I will be able to write anything that is going to make any sense to anyone. Then I took an old poem, I wrote this poem when I was in Texas around early March of  2005. That was before I came to this site. Now why I left this poem out, when you read it you will understand the unbelievable situation. I did not modified this at all as is I am giving you this. If you think there is anything wrong, feel free to tell me.

Have a good day everyone.

The times have moved,
And the sounds of Nature changed,
The silent snow in warmth melted,
And came the thunders and giggling rains.

The ear piercing thunder shocked,
The wind danced her way to cover the face,
Nature celebrated the birth of a new Spring,
As night stretched his might across the lands. 

Oh’ through everything darkness crept,
The dark clouds stood over like armed guards,
Firing at will lightning and roaring thunders,
Shivering horizons and scaring sleeping crows.

The hazy windows stopping the darkness,
As the reflection of the scented candles seen,
Towards the corner of the room when looked,
Upon the couch as clear as a crsytal seen,
The image of a beauty I have never seen.
 
A dream or not I know not, shook my head,
Then I can see her smile, as to my eyes she looked,
Its not a dream as the smile I clearly can see,
Slowly I got up but no fear in my mind I felt,
“How did you got in here” with smile back, I asked,
Down first then up to the ceiling she looked,
Again the same question I asked as close to her I moved,
As if to stop me with an eye full of suprise,
She stretched her hands and I stopped,
She looked at the window with her hand stretched,
I did not moved as I stood and admired,
A beauty so perfect, for a long time I just stood.

Then the warmth of touch all over me at once I felt,
As I saw her fading slowly as breathless I just stood,
She is gone and the warmth I still felt,
With an aromatic scent filling my room,
Slowly and steadily I went to the sofa she sat,
Sitting where she sat, with all logic I thought,
What was it? I thought and thought and my mind too faded.
 
“Wake up man, wake up now” alarm roared,
And still I felt the wonderful smell she left,
Though my own senses I myself disbelieved,
When walking out to my car I noticed,
The old, died out rose thorn with a bud of rose.

I wrote a comment recently, which wasunfair, I don’t know what I was thinking when I wrote that comment ina girls site. My heartfelt apologies to her for that. In anothercomment I wrote to another person that it will take some strongconvincing for me to open the comments here. Well, it came reallystrong. The comments are open with my surrender. No RSS or Messaging.

Have a great day.

Mirrors.

Light travels faster than eyes can see,
Thoughts travels faster than light can show,
The silly mind though fails to think right,
But like a rubber band stretches and breaks,
Leaving scars none can heal.

Of all the knowledge one can learn,
The best are learned from none else but oneself,
The simplicities of a smile, the blink of an eye,
The tone of the speech and the beat of the heart,
O’ how wonderful mind can feel about life.

Sense in thoughts, senseless in acts,
Drags oneself through the madness of life,
All played like an endless drama,
Where one try with relentless passion,
To blend into an unreceptive nature.

Still search and search for way to define,
With ideas that blinds and deafens,
The rush through the ages like a roaring river,
Though the symbols were shown, seen and felt,
Unbelievable they all remains in shut out senses

O’ all forget, there is nothing to search for,
As everything is in the reflection of oneself,
All the in depth feelings of everything,
Comes from within and the life, world and nature,
Oh they all are mere mirrors that reflect the light of truth.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

Considering the response I got for my last post and for some of my recent posts, I kinda understand the interest of many. No more mercy comments needed in this site and no one will be allowed to message me anymore. No more RSS feeds too.