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Earlier today I was trying to talk to this girl online. She was asking me where I am from, what I do, how am I doing, you know the usual drill by any girl grilling any man trying to talk to her. My intention of trying to talk to this girl was just to spend sometime and I was trying to tell her that. Then she asked.”How do you look?” There was this other guy in the room and he was getting jealous of her attention to someone she had never seen.

I asked her, “Why you want to know how I look if I am not intending any romance with you honey?” she said, “I am curious to know, just want to put a face to the name”

I told her “There are good looking people, then there are ugly people, then there are people like me” As I was about to leave the chatroom I saw the other guy typed in “That was the best thing I’ve read in recent times”

Hello everyone… 

 Here is the link to my blogtalk radio show. This is where I talked about how I am working on the latest series of poems. Just listen 

Good Afternoon everyone,
It did not snow 8 inches one night it snowed 8 inches in 4 days and I have all of it to be moved from my front walk in way. I had one wild weekend as I totally underestimated the amount of heating oil in my oil tank because of a faulty cork inside the tank. The heater stopped when I came back home Saturday night and it was about 9F outside with windchill making it feel like -1F. I know my stone built house will hold heat for sometime but that kinda cold, even the strongest stone will tremble. I took a room heater and moved to one corner of my house, my bed room and sat there and looked through the present reality. Then I edited this poem I wrote a bit and slept.
SuperBowl sunday was good. Unlike I thought not a lot of people at the Bay Shore Mall. I liked the game and really enjoyed the food at Bar Louis.

Now about this poem, this is long even after a good bit of editing and it is not the length but what I am saying in it really matters. The second part of this series of poems. The model I used.. Julia. All I can say is READ.

 Here is the first part of the poem ‘Fires Of Fear’

A Walk With Time.

Time through my life in haste passed,
As life through good and bad events tumbled,
Ah’ the fear of her that burned away her love for me,
Like a dark cloud during a warm summer storm grew,

Ah’ that dark cloud not in her mind grew,
But it was in my mind the storm brew,
My own fearsome monster I became,
And away from mirrors of life I walked. 

On a windy wild dusk I walked
Through the wet brown sidewalk
The white haired clouds camouflaged
As red giant balls, in the golden rays of the Sun just set 

The wind all around town rolled
Upon every corner of life spying
Then upon my face her naughty cold hands touched
As eyes blinked and blinked when faces backwards moved

Then with the backdrop of the masterpiece nature painted
I saw her blond hair camouflaging the clouds
Ah’ those blues eyes like sapphires shined
As from across the street her giggles I heard

As even the wind left to kiss her cheeks
Through the wonderful paths continued my walk
The howls of town in empty streets distanced
As the warmth of reality from all around me cloaked 

Then my conscience to time asked,
“Aren’t you bored by the torture you carry
And deliver to all the souls unloved
Give away a second of true love
Give away a second of hope
Or forever in the darkness live
Or forever as lost time you will be labeled
The curse of unloved passions upon you will come”

Ah’ the untiring worker cannot stop
As space at a pace faster than he can hold moved
Still he stopped and to my conscience told
“Walk through me and to my vibrations listen”
I looked up and down and felt
Time consuming every bit of me at a steady pace
Right beside under the weeping willow I sat
And into the depths of the darkening lake I looked
The vibrations of time in the depth of my soul I felt
As into the depths of my conscience time spoke.

“Gather not the memories of a time lost,
For in them the light of a loving soul resides,
Let the flames of your lost love die in frost,
May the light of morrows be your guide. 

Fear not the times of love to come,
The phantoms of love blood thirsty may wander,
Ah’ let your love like a stream flow.
Into the depths of time carrying the one you love.

Curse not the souls unloved left,
For in their passions through time they moved,
Miserable misunderstandings are no true lover’s treasure,
Oh’ may your soul be eternally loved” 

Even when silence in my whole being crept
Looking at the blinking stars beside the lake I sat
No thoughts, no feelings, Ah’ numb my mind became
Then like a lightning I got up and back to town I walked

All through my walk nothing I thought
It was a brisk walk none in the dark noticed
Ah’ back where I saw Mother Nature’s masterpiece I stopped
Nothing, none are all the words to my mind came 

Looking down at the spot I saw the smiling blond I stood
Then from behind a giggling voice asked
“Lost something?”
Looking back I saw the smiling lovely blond. 

My negative reply upon her face painted
A bit of disappointment, then to her I asked
“What keeps your here at this hour my lady?”
With a smile her index finger at me she pointed.

(……To Be Continued…)

 

Here I am watching the SuperBowl Game the intensity grew as San Francisco made a come back but the team I was supporting eventually won.

 

This is where I watched the game.

 

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Hello everyone!
I made an announcement sometime back saying I am writing a long, long poem. This poem required me to use three different models. As in the coming weeks you will see why I chose three different models instead of using just one model. I am in the process of finishing these poems but I thought the first part is ready for you all.
As for other works, some projects I abandoned some new stuff I started. Well those who know me, know well, that I have the habit of throwing away a lot of materials I write. The latest poem I am working is a dark one, first I named it as “Dark Side Of A Pretty Face” then after chatting with the model who happens be a practicer of BDSM (Bondage, Dominating, Sadistic, Masochist)she is a bisexual woman, who enjoys someone totally binding her down to have rough sex. But she told me she don’t like violence and she was previously admitted in a mental clinic. Anyone would first walk away from such a confusion. I talked to her further to know the underlying reasons for her love for such behavior. When I heard her story I understood this is no ordinary woman, she is an incredible character and there is a wonderful innocent girl in her she herself don’t want to hurt. Then I asked her “Can I write about you?” she said “It will be an honor” I told her the way I want to name the poem she said “It is a bit bold” I thought about the ideas for couple of days and decided to name the poem “Shadows Of A Pretty Face”. I hope to release that poem by mid next week. As for now here is the first installment of the poem in which I used my favorite model… 

Enjoy the SuperBowl day folks.

Fires Of Fear.

 

Twisted and turning paths ahead laid,
Ah’ the Sun dutifully appeared and disappeared,
Night swallowed all the warmth and froze,
Bitter and pleasant feeling in mind to dreamless sleep.

The weeping willow by the cunning wind swayed,
Darkness took the sweat of nature and as frost drew,
Like crayon drawing all around biting life away,
Ah’ no more bitterness winter can bring.

Mind like a stallion in madness galloped,
As the fallen love no where to be found,
As a king without a kingdom soul evolved,
Oh’ only memories spoke sensible words.

Triumph of the mind over the tragedy life became,
When love in her for me became a wish-less nightmare,
Gathered upon the sepulcher of my happiness,
Dreams with weeping face-masks permanently crying,
And by dust of verses of love written in all sincerity.

Tall and slender shy but shameless,
Fear the smokeless fire became,
As the shinning light of love shown.
Your face like valley with spring blooms filled,
But fires of your fear burned away your love for me.

…….. (To Be Continued)

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There are religious psychopaths who believe there is a battle going on and the world will end soon. There is a battle between dark and light. You know what.. these folks have no idea what dark and what light is.

Light for the believer will not reach his/her mind,

Through eyes mankind blessed with,

Oh’ no matter how wide one keeps eyes open,

Darkness will echo through the mind,

 

Here is a recent visit by someone I know to my blog…

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Date and Time 29th January 23:32:20 from https://www.facebook.com to poetrybox.xanga.com/771117801/adventure/
Date and Time 29th January 23:33:03 from https://www.facebook.com to poetrybox.xanga.com/771172498/in-dubai/

I track every visitor to my blog as I have every right to do that to protect my interests. I remember once telling this person that leaving location wide open can pose dangers and the response was a lot of anger. I hate to reveal this information but I am doing this to let her know I mean no harm with all this and it will sadden me more that anything I may say may bother her or stress her. I apologized to her in the post Adventure for it maybe it is a good thing she visited and saw it and maybe in ‘Kindness’ accepted the apologies. It gave me a surpise that she visited my blog I never thought she ever will.It made me write the following. I thought I will leave it in an imaginary PoetryBox forever but now I thought she should know.

I raised from the east, looked all around east and west
I flew, I drove, I walked and I ran
All the time looking for an alternate face by God created instead of you
All my senses could figure out is
God laughing at my stupidity for my search
As you are the only one my heart is destined to love
The only one I can ever love

I wrote the truth with no expectations of anything. Its just that I can only be me.

Lone.

On the way to the wedding got down in Dubai, UAE. We got about 6 hours so Nisha Latif my sister-in-law’s sister took me to all possible places to show me what Dubai is all about. It is a massive city with a lot of people and very big buildings. As for a man who prefer to stay out of the concrete jungle I thought I may get overwhelmed by the busy city. But Dubai is a well planned place… so all went well and here are some images.

 

Mickey Ahamed my brother’s son in Dubai

This is a mall in Dubai designed in a medieval period architecture.

Another view of the mall

Me in the beach near the Burj Al Arab hotel.

From Left Aamina Mariam my brother’s daughter, Nishi Ahamed my brother’s wife, Nisha Latif my sister-in-law’s sister and Nilu Latif Nisha’s daughter

Mickey Ahamed about to jump into the sea. It was quite cool there in Dubai as it is winter time. Latif told me we went there at the right time as in summer no one will be able to stand out in the sun as the desert will heat and become hell.

My brother Shibili Ahamed holding Nilu and me on left with Latif behind… 

Mickey Ahamed joined us after his first dip. He understood it was not a great idea to take a dip in the sea as it was cold

Aamina Mariam ready to test the water.

Now she left all fear and walked into the water

Mickey Ahamed thought he can walk over water, but Hada Yoga is not his thing.

All walked into the water, Nishi Ahamed, Nisha Latif, Aamina Mariam, Mickey Ahamed and Nilu Latif.

Now kids started searching for shells 

We left the beach and reached the mall again and I am looking at some pretty looking Arab girls…

My smile when I realized most of the prettiness of those Arab girls is in the make up.

From Left my brother Shibili Ahamed, Nishi Ahamed, Nilu Latif, Me, Mickey Ahamed and Aamina Mariam.

I tried my best to pose for a picture with this object…

Smile didn’t come well as I looked down.

With this picture my brother said… I held my breath for too long but I like this picture.

Then we went to Atlantis Dubai, this is an incredible place.. here I am in front of it.

Nisha Latif knows well how to get me and the gate of Atlantis Dubai in one shot.

Here me my brother his family and Nilu Latif in front of Atlantis Dubai

A mural on the ceiling inside Atlantis Dubai

I don’t need to say what this is as it clearly says what it is

My brother, me, Mickey and Latif inside the mall area of Atlantis Dubai.

My brother’s attempt on vandalism.. even with the best of the effort he couldn’t do much. 

These are many shots of me near the Dubai Mall.

My brother  and his family in front of Burj Khalifa the tallest building in the world at night.

Me and my brother in front of Burj Khalifa

Me in front of Burj Khalifa at night.

Me and my brother found exactly what we wanted.. The Meat Co… woo together we weigh about 500lbs 

The beautiful Burj Al Arab hotel.

After all the visits around I found my throne and called myself “Lonely Khalifa” probably after seeing the Burj Khalifa a lot. Well people in Dubai will know what exactly this is..hehehe

Then we moved to India for the wedding of my nephew Omar Farooque Minty my only sister Neena Thaha’s son.

 

Here is the hero of the time. Omar Farooque Minty. My only sisters son the night before his wedding.

Minty with his uncle’s(Father’s brother) wife and kids. From right Sahela, Wasim Feroze, Minty, Sonia, Asma Nazar.

These are my Brother-in-law’s relatives.. I am not exactly sure about their names

 

My niece Niluphur Nowfal, Minty and my cousin, Humaid Ahamed Rifayee.

 Nowfal Salam, Rashid, Senia, Nilu, Minty, Sania, Sahela, Wasim and Asma, needed to do almost a stand up comedy line to get them all to laugh.

Minty thought he can walk downstairs… naaa see next

His friend helped him down

Minty being carried down with Aathiqa Mariam, my brother and his wife Nishi watching in astonishment…

The night before fun is over all coming to a grinding halt… The function on the night before the marriage is dominated by women. Men got no role there. The women from the Groom’s house goes to the bride’s place with Henna for the bride and that’s a lot of singing and dancing there. 

Me at the hotel I love this all brass lamp.  The most notorious part is my big belly. Most people said, you’ve grown fat. They don’t know this is me after losing nearly 40lbs but I know I have another 35lbs to shed before I reach my normal weight and that 35lbs is sitting around my waist.

Minty with Mickey and Asma, Asma is the daughter of Abdul Naser my brother-in-law’s brother. A little hard to believe she is about 6 months older than Mickey Ahamed. She was one of my first friends on Facebook.

I call her princess Aaliya, my niece Nilu’s daughter… this is after her handy work with lipstick

Nowfal Salam, my niece Nilu’s Husband. 

Wedding day shots

Wedding day shots. On top you can see me and my brothers with Minty. It is very rare to get all of us in one place.

 

Minty with Nowfal, Nilu, Aathiqa, Aalya and Abdulla.

Minty with my brother and his family.

Minty with his sister Nilu, she tried her best to put the flower on his coat.. but the design of the coat did not had a flower hole…

My brother Shibili, Minty and Nilu.

Mickey in the process of dressing Abdulla.

Abdulla all set for the party.

Humaid on wedding day morning with Minty

Minty with his mom, dad and nephew Abdulla. My sister Neena broke her hand two weeks before the wedding when she fell down from stairs and had to undergo surgery to put metal screws.

Minty with family members

Minty walking out of the house.

Stepping into the car is not easy, he knows well this is the last ride as a bachelor.

 

Achanpudur Thangam on wedding day morning. Thangam is a family friend and is the head of Achanpudur. He literally rules that place in Tamil Nadu.

Friends of Minty with my brother watching Minty getting out of the house.

Minty in the car

The last smile of Minty as a bachelor!

The groom garlanded by the brother of the bride.

This looks like lot of people bowing before Minty.. actually these are dancers who sang and danced all the way to the stage.. took a while for us to reach the stage because of these singing dancers.

That’s some serious look on Minty’s face right before the the Nikah which is the Islamic word for marriage. I wonder what was going through his mind but whatever it is made his future father-in-law all nervous and from where I was sitting I saw him shivering.

Abdulla became the icebreaker as he started his fun on the stage.

One shot of my brothers and Mickey Ahamed on the stage.

Here is me sitting right behind my brother-in-law watching Abdulla and Minty.

Abdul Naser, me, my brother Manzoor Ahamed.

The starting of the Nikah function where the priest asks the father of the bride if he is willing to marry his daughter to Minty.

The whole Nikah Function… 

The nikah is over with a shake of hands and a hug.

Some shots of us during the Nikah function.

Here the uncles of Minty on stage right after the nikah.

Here comes the bride brought in by Nilu, Nishi, Asma and Aaamina.

 

The bride rightfully looking at the groom on stage.

Here they are together.

 Nishi and my sister watching the bride and groom

Bride and groom joined by some elders.. my mother Sophia Begum on the left, and Howa umma my brother-in-law’s mother on the right

Here is the Mahar.. I think I spelled it right. This is the next part of the marriage. Even though this is not part of the religious function there is the so called “Thalikettu” this needs to be given to the bride for the marriage to be traditionally complete.

There is the ring

The groom only puts the necklace and it is his sister’s right to tie it for which she gets a gold ring.

I have not idea what Made minty show that face… but it was funny and then there was this singer who was singing at that time. I reserve all comments about that forever.

Mother in Law’s first food which is milk and Minty should drink it

Feed his wife a portion of it

And then listen to all the mockery of the women in the family. As this is a women dominated part of the function, rest of the men are out of stage.

Minty and his newly wed wife with his parents, sister Nilu her husband Nowfal and my mother.

This is the section of our pictures before I left the stage… I was very sick had high fever and while taking the picture felt a little dizzy. I was afraid that I may fall down and people will start saying, Minty’s American Uncle got all drunk and fell on stage.

Minty and Wife Aysha Thaniya with her parents.

Time for Minty and wife to have food.

Happy Groom leading his wife out.

Into the car, Usually the groom should get his bride first in the car and then get in.. my nephew is my nephew… he decided to get into the car and let Ayesha get in by herself.

Some smiles and cheers during the wedding and night before.

The evening party was good… both bride and groom relaxed and started their normal way of talking

Here my cousin Dr.Junaid telling me never to talk to his son as I told his son not to get married until he reaches 30. I told his son, I will write him a poem called “The Theory Of Marriage” well I am very well qualified to write it… I never married in my life and in mid 40s I have to accept the fact that I know nothing about marriage.. which makes me the best guy to talk about it. hehehe

Here I got a young friend my grand nephew Abdulla… he is cute, smart and super active…

Minty eventually found sometime to eat.

Ayesha all relaxed by evening.

Before the bride and groom left for bride’s home the kids blocked the car asking for candies… and minty was not able to go at all and he gave.

Well it was one great function and trip. I felt glad and I believe I made a lot of people smile. When thinking about the whole thing this is the best shot of the whole event.. The shy filled smiles on the face of my sister and brother in law and that made it all worth it. I have seen these two from the start… and glad all ended pretty well. As for Ayesha and Minty.. I believe one day they will smile this way when their son gets married and I wish them all the best for that.

As for me I fell apart right after the wedding with heavy fever and was bed ridden for three days. Not a big deal, I saw most of my family during the wedding and I am glad that I did. I promised that I will go to India for a longer visit after this summer. So for now… May God Smile Upon You All Who Made Me Smile And Whom With Every Effort I Made Smile.

 

Here I am in front of the tallest building in the world. I will give more about this trip later

 

You all know, have read in books, saw in movies, T.V shows and newspapers about people going into adventures. They all go through a lot of issues, fights, some goes in great lengths to face the problems, some find ways around the problems and many just have to fail. In it all there is one point that they all were born in one place and as per the world around them they were all destined to do something and their adventures takes them to places, meet people and they do things they were not destined to do. That’s why it all becomes adventures.

Before sun rises in the morning I will return to my roots from my adventure. Yeah all the things I say, write and do are my adventure and very soon I will be back at it.

One more thing hurting someone is easy, I believe in all the good I tried to do in my ‘adventure’ I did hurt someone almost insulted someone or at least gave that person “stress”… My sincere apologies.

Have a great life everyone.. I will be back at mine with some new poems. That’s another side of my adventure.