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There are people who use MS Office, spending 100s of dollars, Megabytes of memory and a lot of headaches to install, restart and update the software. If you want to know the real quality of this software here is a test you can do. Open a word document and leave it for 5 hours leaving the computer on. You may have to recover the document as the whole software crashes. It is not a folly I am making up. It often happens. The new version of MS Office adds a lot more bugs we can see eating our computer memory and disconnecting the connections of patience in our brain. There is a very simple alternative, Openoffice. This can be downloaded from Openoffice.Org. It is not clean but it can save you bunch of cash and a lot of memory. It is a bit slow to start up but when it is free who cares how much time it takes to start.

 

  Couple of days back I met a guy working in the same building I work. Steve, he is a techie, he is also a beta tester for Microsoft. As I bought a new laptop which is Windows Vista compatible (now my laptop have Windows XP media center edition, but I get a free upgrade to Windows Vista when it is available) I asked him how is the beta testing going on for Windows vista. He told me, it needs at least 2GB of RAM plus, none of the current drivers will work. It is no different internally from XP from the tests he had done so far but looks really good in appearance. I told him I am a developer, how is the development platform…. He smiled and said… “You know what, I can give you a version of Linux if you are interested in developing good quality software, you don’t need to install it in your computer, you can run it from your CD drive. I am telling this because I think you are a good guy I want to see as a sane man in the coming years”… so much about Vista.

 

You guys haven’t seen an update from me for sometime…. Because I was busy with work, even now I am not that free. As most of the guys have gone home for the long weekend. I am just sitting here and typing this. Well… there is a string of poems that may come your way. It all depends on the wonderful people who constantly keep in touch with me, to inspire me to write. However, just now I wrote a poem with a lot of thoughts flashing through my mind. Kinda the same thoughts flashed through my mind a bout a year ago. Looks like the cycle is repeating. I am done for the week…

 

May God Bring Light, Warmth And Peace In Everyone’s Life.

 

Have a great weekend.

 

 

Footprints

Waves over the feet splashed,

Wiping away the sand into salty water,

The caressing though tickles wonderful it feels.

 

Another wave unrolled,

Covering the holes footprints made,

Wiping away every sign of them.

 

While moving on along the shore noticed,

Waves always wipe away the footprints left,

And loved to caress the feet with sand and bubbly foam.

 

Looking back I saw no sign of my walk,

Only the images in mind of the little footprints I left,

Through the waves of time I took another step,

With a wish as question I asked,

“Can I wipe away those footprints from my mind?”

He broke up with you? Why? I just don’t understand. Please can you explain?

Van Halen, R.E.M, The Ronettes, Patti Smith and GrandmasterFlash and the Furious five were selected to be inducted into the Rock and RollHall Of Fame. 600 industry experts selected these artists and bands. Van Halenblew up our brains during the 80s with great songs like “Dreams”. R.E.M of courseknown for the wonderful song “Losing my religion” deserves the nomination andselection. It is indeed not a surprise to see a rock poet Patti Smith in thelist of nominees this year. These artists will be inducted into the rock androll hall of fame at the annual ceremony held on March 12^th in New York. 

Other than the above said, nothing exciting happened in theweekend. I missed internet but I understood I am not that addicted to internetlike I thought. There was this thought like a hooligan stalked me to write. ButI just did not felt like doing anything else when I know this world got the bizarretwists and turns mostly man mad ones. On one side we call for disarmament ofall weapons and on the other side we will spend billions in building new nukes.I think it is time for everyone to think, talk and act for global peace; otherwisethere won’t be anything we can call as a globe anymore.

I heard a great review about the movie ‘Children Of Men’from a friend, I haven’t seen the movie, procrastination consumed my weekend.Then there was this menacing girl who ate half of my Sunday. She is such a painin talks, acts and even in dressing. She can irritate anyone to suicide. But Iknow this girl more than anyone in this world, there is this caring heart ofher which none knows but her boyfriend and me. She may kill my sleep by callingme at 5:00AM but I will not tell anything bad to her as she is a little sisterI never had. She told me she loved the movie ‘Children Of Men’ if anyone elsewatched this movie please let me know how is it.

I did not watched the NFL playoffs much this weekend. Littlesad not to see Packers in there. A lot happy to Giants and Manning out of thePlayoffs. Very angry to see Seattlestill in there. Next weekend I will have my computer and I hope I will be roaringfor the Bears. My predictions (which often don’t happen) it will be Baltimore Ravensand Chicago Bears will play in the Super Bowl and Ravens will win it easily.

Two people need totake a break from everything they say and do, Donald Trump and RosieO’Donnell. They are both self hyped people who will do anything forattention and now yelling at each other saying the other one isdisgusting and ugly. The one fact the world know very well is they areboth ugly, in looks and in character. However, Donald’s daughter…Stunning.

 

 CameroonDiaz and Justin Timberlake broke up, did anyone heard about them inrecent times. This is a big break for Justin as his career is on theway up. I thought he is done when he acted as young Elton John incouple of music videos in the Elton John album “Songs from the westcoast”. Sure his talent is amazing when it comes to music. But histalent to find a good girl… pathetic. That Cameroon Diaz was never ahot looking one and she is too old for him. Justin you are only at thefirst step of life, these are the slippery ones and a fall is fine butyou did a remarkable job in managing the slip without a fall. This isyour day Justin.

 

 SaddamHussain is dead. His daughter who defected from Iraq in 1995 tried tomeet him before his execution. Though one of the most ruthlessdictators this world has seen, that girl is not. It touch one deep whenheard that a daughter wanted to meet her dad who is going faceexecution and found it hard to enter her mother land. It may be a sillyfeeling but feels bad. I think this is a gesture the world leaders mustwatch as they should know that beyond power, politics and money theyare also humans and part of this humanity. On that day Saddam Hussainhimself might have wished to meet his children who are alive. He shouldhave known that for every action that harms another human it will comeback one or the other way in this life itself at least as a bit of painthat takes ones life. I don’t think there are many head of states outthere that don’t have blood in their hands. May be there are someEuropean countries but rest of the countries especially to the westspeaks about peace in one breath and spit fire upon who don’t agree.

Pleasant Feelings.

 

The mild wind towards me galloped,

And upon my face crashed,

The soothing and caressing of an invisible hand I felt,

Warmth I never felt deep inside sprouted.

 

The gladness about everything felt,

As events in life one after another rolled,

Be it good, bad, sad or the angry ones,

In everything at least a thought connected.

.

Every sense in pleasantness swayed,

Thoughts stored away scenes and feelings,

For dreams in the subconscious to be weaved,

And seen when in the peace of rest.

 

How can one find pleasantness when,

One has only anger and sadness to feel?

As when every problem in life presents,

And a solution I finds that brings satisfaction,

To me and everyone my life touches,

In that satisfaction of others and mine sprouts,

Pleasantness, erasing all other feelings from senses.

 

Then there are times when pleasantness I feel,

And for reasons through my mind I search,

Though reasons doesn’t matter for a good feeling,

This time the reason filled my heart,

When the pretty smile of a sweet heart seen,

In my minds eye, who at my eyes looked,

And opened her soul in silence through her eyes,

In those eyes I saw a definition of mine unknown,

And that definition fills my heart with feelings pleasant.

A year passed us by, it had its ups and downs and it is immaterial to talk about everything. There are those who in resolutions live the early days of a new year. One can see them all around. Some in gyms, others even in the blistering cold running around, there are others who are squeezing their hands and heads dealing with the withdrawal effects of tobacco and alcohol. Then after couple of weeks they all get back to normalcy understanding that the New Year day was just another day in which we celebrated newness out of nothing new. In all honesty, we have every right to celebrate every day of our life like a New Years day. Humanity may have its wilderness to curse them with. However the innovations and cooperation we see around us beats every generation ever lived. We have come a long way from brutal past. If someone is thinking that there is something new. That newness must be in the unity and prosperity of us all beyond, culture, color and languages. That’s what I celebrated on New Years day and to everyone my heartfelt thankfulness in making the year gone by a year to remember till the end of my life. It is late but may you all have a wonderful new year that you will remember and make others remember till the end of their lives.

 

This Poem: Many might have thought that the collections of “Yesterdays” poems are done. Nope, I am back finishing them. The first part of this poem was written the very next day after the date. The rest I finished today. Enjoy

 

 

08/30/06.

 

The last phase of the night galloped away victorious,

The morning in gloom stood still,

And the star of the day in summer days so glorious,

Biting some bad luck as his brightness dimmed,

In an autumn morning that took the beauty from some virgin’s eyes.

 

Duck bacon, corn bread and green tea,

All with a good feeling in my stomach filled,

Then through the autumn morning I walked,

To see and with nature weep,

Over the death of greenery from her top.

 

The balding trees looked at the lonely me,

With more sadness than me who at them looked,

And I smiled and told “my body will never fall,

Into the hands and tools of a carpenter,

But Oh’ tree don’t be sad but be proud,

To stand upright, grow and branch out on your own,

As in all care and carelessness, I never learned,

To be on my own and now in loneliness weep.

 

The bare naked branches a bit swayed,

In the cold but light hearted breeze from west,

And to the day I spoke not,

As our romance long time back broke,

Oh’ snail paced she went without murmuring anything bad.

 

The eve of Thursday started well,

When evening looked like a belly dancer in the banks of Nile,

Filled with eroticism of a tantric witch from east,

And the sanctity of a blue eyed girl from the Siberian north,

Oh’ she consumed me with her beauty with the ecstasy of dusk.

 

Sun got better luck in the evening than the morning clouds,

And the golden light lightened minds across the plains,

Scaring away the ghosts of memories of wild past days,

And welcomed night as the glory of another part of time,

Than the dark curse when mankind into virtual death plunge.

 

Looked deep into the molding dark,

Where shapes of all kinds in hallucinations seen,

Somewhere in mind said, the end of one part of life.

Oh’ I wonder what more remaining to be felt,

And I have only five senses to feel it all.

 

Night tightened his dark grip on time,

And sleep crept through every sense of mine,

Before I gave myself away once more thought,

About my own wild youthful days,

Then to another thought I found a bit more time,

That said, “These days are no different than those days,

When wild thoughts and action in sync lighted dark nights,

There isn’t a hurdle that stands between you and your life,

May it be wild, weird or the worst in the eyes of world,

Never let the freedom of thought with aging morality”.

 

No more I thought as I decided,

It is time for another wonderful ride of life,

As I turned to my right and under the sheets,

When sleep played a melodic tune and with darkness danced.

 

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM

I have a small new year gift for everyone in this site. Figure it out. Here is a clue, it is nothing material, but a right.

Christmas came and went away; it was not just another day. I started partying like two days before. Woooo I might have said woooo a lot in the last two three days. It was that good. I am not a person to stand back and watch the enjoyment. I did that last year this year the best enjoyment I had was myself.

The party will restart after the Eid prayers on Saturday. Eid Al Adha  the festival of sacrifices. I will give more information on this next Friday. This is going to be a long, long week waiting for the weekend to come. Enjoy the week everyone.

Hypocrisy, that’s what I said after writing this poem. I wrote it by looking into the beauty of one girl but with a totally different girl in mind. The beauty I looked at is Sasha, so the poem was initially named as “Sasha: The Beauty Indescribable”. The beauty that was in my mind I don’t want to talk about things that were already spoken many a times. It is just that there are echoes of senses that remain. I don’t know how long it will remain. I only know it is still there.

I made slight modifications from the original version which I first posted in LonelyPoet.Org. This poem will be part of a collection of poems I call “Romantic Feelings”.

The autumn morning with hazy fog,
To gloom my mind tried,
The trees stood still,
The wind overslept,
The warmth of the sun, leashed,
Even in first phase of the morn, tired I felt,
Then the thoughts about the evening came,
When your face again I will see,
Oh’ with you in mind I walked,
The fog and drizzle, away they parted,
And clear became my paths,
And bright became my day.

When at last, your face I saw,
Erupt from the depth of my soul, gladness,
To that glorious moment of your birth I salute,
And all who were blessed with your touch, I admire,
Daylight and moonlight find their meanings,
From the glory, from your body sprout.

The singing birds they all left,
But tunes they sung, in mind remained,
The warmth of summer left,
But warm inside and out I felt,
When for a moment away from your thoughts I slipped,
Cold I felt inside and out, silent became my mind,
Then to conscience I apologized,
And in penance said your name a thousand times.

The coming freeze weather I fear not,
The howling wind scare me not,
The imprint of your eyes in mind,
Oh’ every fear away they melt.
But mind forever will wait,
For of that silly spring’s arrival
When dreams along with flowers bloom,
In the caressing morning mist

The mornings, flowers and nature as a whole,
I connect in imagery to describe,
Feelings of mine about the beauty of yours,
Every word I write and all images everyone feels,
Oh’ they all birthed from the beauty of yours,
Now to that beautiful soul I say,
“The beauty indescribably you are,
For what I feel overwhelms,
Every expression possible”.

You are the loveliness any poet will succumb to,
You are the beauty that outlives every imagination,
You are the amazement of all joy
The beauty flawless define,
What eyes must see,
What scent to smell,
What sound to hear,
Then in enchantment bless.

To every lovely dream I’ve seen I say
“O rest away all of you,
As about this beauty, verses I weave,
That fulfills every dream of mine,
And from each of those dreams rise
A hundred more lines of verse,
Each line fills every heart that reads,
And in fulfillment you all they will see”.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM

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It is yet another Christmas day that is approaching us. Thesedays are wonderful and I enjoyed it from a very younger age. I was born andbrought up in a state in Indiawhere there are a lot of Christians and I studied in a Catholic School.Additionally as a Muslim I have great respect for Jesus, one of the greatprophets according to our belief. Prophet or God or Son Of God, let the worldbelieve in the way they want. I have my beliefs and I live according to thatbelief. None can sway that belief. That independence is what makes us humans.The ability to make that choice of what one feels right. It is not anyone elsethat should decide what is right for you. It is you who should decide what isgood for you without harming the good of others. If what one feels as good isnot meant for you or it will harm another persons good. It is better to relinquishthe benefit of the good than pursuing that good in a selfish way. How manypeople have a bit of good remains in them is a question people ask left andright these days using different words. In a way the open dialogue is a goodway of understanding each other and avoids bloody conflicts. Anything more Isay will be a political comment that may take a dialogue into an argument. I amnot in for it.

   My point is, no oneis sure on which day Jesus was born. It is not clear. I don’t care that is myresponse. What I care about it is December 25^th which is commonlyaccepted as the birthday of Jesus and people are celebrating that day inhappiness. That is all it matters. Are you happy this Christmas? if yes shareit with everyone possible. If not, find someone who can share a bit ofhappiness with you. That’s the spirit of this season, which is indeed thespirit of humanity. That’s how we should live every day of the year. I hope andpray that conflicts and murder in the name of God will be over soon and we allunite in the color of our blood than fight and die in the evil of anger againsteach other.

This poem: I don’t really show the world what I write aboutmy beliefs and prayers. This is one rare occasion I am showing it to you all aprayer which I wrote as a poem. This poem is dedicated to all who believe thatwe have more things in common as humans than in the difference of our inhumanbehavior. 

I may or may not come with another poem this weekend. If notI don’t want miss saying this aloud.

Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah Everyone. 

PraisingThankfulness.

Therosary beads in the hand rolling,

Thepages of the holy book turning,

Thechant of the verses and prayers,

Echoingall around the nature,

BelieverI am, in faith drown and forget,

Thematerial filth as body we carry.

 
Thepresence of the Almighty’s light every one seeks,

Intothe depth of spiritual pleasure where it leads,

Oin love for you Almighty, spiritual mind thrives,

Andforever in your compassion this life drives.

 
Andin praising thankfulness every moment I live,

Asin every situation you alone I praise.

 
Youalone in faith I trust,

Asyou alone is the absolute truth

Forgiveme O you the compassionate,

Forgiveme, or in darkness I may plunge.

 
Evenif punishment is what you give,

Withsmiles of pleasantness I will receive,

Asin the satisfaction of yours always happy I will be,

Andno darkness can pierce into the faith of mine,

Asin my faith filled in, is the light of yours O Almighty.

 
Inpraising thankfulness to you, every moment I will live,

Asin every condition you alone I praise.

All day, day before yesterday I thought of many ideas towrite about. There are a lot of them and in the end I did not wrote anything.Late night I went online and was voice chatting with my brother. Afterfinishing the voice chat at about 1:30AM I sat in my chair in thought about theday. Then I got want I wanted to write in my head, I just typed the followingpoem in to my word processor.

Enjoy.

TheLoving Soul.

<>All in the universe the sun faced,
Like a gladiator in the coliseum long time back,
Far away from the heat of his anger,
A world of beauty in way unique stood.

Like drunken teens many objects wobbling around,
And in the center of all pulling strings he stood,
None goes out any further away from his grasp,
And the blue beauty too steadily moved around.

What wonders we were given,
And how many miracles save us everyday,
Silent many times, blinded most of the time,
We move on and on into our own oblivion.

Oh’ we see more passion in politics and religion,
Romance and sex, wealth and wine,
We create our own drama unscripted,
Fall apart when what next to play unknown.

Many stories end in tragedy,
Many go unknown to mankind,
Many go heard and seen but undecided,
And there are those who were by others judged,
They all leave a good or evil remark upon our soul.

The sun, mighty he may be,
Such is his glorious power,
Every aspect of life he controls,
Using time as a God given gift.

The only thing upon which no power to sun God gave,
Is by looking upon every eye what I always seek,
The soul of a human which only humans can understand,
Such is the power of the soul I know,
That by loving can blind even the mighty sun.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM
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From weird news to great news to tragic new grrrrrrr a lotof things happening around. Read couple of odd news I found

Injuredman wins damages for sex overdrive 

Groupsoffer Web festival sacrifice

Thievesbreak into police station 

The world is wild and I am getting old. But I love living inthis era. I will not look back and say I should have lived in another piece oftime because the beauty of this piece of time includes you me and everyone whois alive on this day.

This piece of writing: This is the second one of thetwo lyrics I wrote for Marco to really make it as a song. I am not writing muchthese days. It just not cold enough for me, that is the truth. May be tonightor tomorrow, it is flurrying outside.

Of all the words written,
The perfect ones are unseen,
In meanings between lines, hidden
The meanings of hidden beauty I see,
Upon you, the symbol of gladness,
The perfection in shape always amazes,
The body upon which beauty in triumph celebrates.

You are the poetry by the hands of God written,
Only a silhouette I see in your material being,
Oh’ in your soul remain hidden,
The most beautiful poem until today unseen,
And through those eyes wonderful you show,
The meaning of life till this day known,
The beauty of all souls merges in yours and I saw,
The most meaningful dreams I’ve ever known.

You are the symbol of gladness,
The perfection in shape always amazes,
The body upon which beauty in triumph celebrates.

Your beauty is the monument of all blessings,
Generations in praises will adore,
Praises as prayers the world in one voice sings,
As peace of mind for all your beauty store,
For today and all the morrows to come,
The beauty mornings and evenings in colors steal,
The beauty the wealthiest treasure become,
The beauty of the mind and soul I feel.

You are the symbol of gladness,
The perfection in shape always amazes,
The body upon which beauty in triumph celebrates.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM
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