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Hi, all, my xanga family, I felt deep the curiosity of all of you. Let me first say my sincere thanks to you all for the great well wishes for me in my new job and my cousin who is still struggling to regain her memory.


My cousin is still having memory problems, she asked for me who left India more than 7 years ago and have no memory of me leaving India. The sad part was she asked for my dad who died 12 years ago. She have no memory of my dad’s death either. But there is hope, as she recognizes her children who were born after my dad’s death. She keeps on talking things that have no connection to reality. But prayers and faith sure will get her out of this mess.


About my move, as usual something that can happen in a simple manner got into all sorts of complications. I was supposed to get into a plane at Dallas/Fort Worth airport at 6:45PM and the manager of the company that arranged the assignment told me to call him so that I can leave my car with him. He made a mistake when he told the phone number, he said 517 instead of 571 and I was calling him from 5:30PM onwards with no answer. At last at 6:10PM he called me and then I left the car at his place and we were rushing through the traffic to the airport. Alas, the check in close exactly when we reached there. I got bumped to another flight to Atlanta, the problem is there is no connection and I need to spent the whole night in the airport. The manger guy was almost pleading to me to go as they need someone to start on Thursday. I agreed and got into the airport. Then comes another problem. As I am a Muslim who changed the flight at the last minute, I got strip searched… I don’t think those guys might’ve slept for another couple of days. When I reached Atlanta a flash came to my mind with a name Kim Thomas my old buddy in India who now lives in Atlanta, we haven’t seen for nearly 8 years and I called him when I landed in Atlanta. He came and picked me up and we spent the whole night talking about the stories of all these years. The next day morning I got on to the plane to Dulles and now I am here in Virginia.


As for the new poems I always promised, I finished one. It was a request from a young and pretty friend here in Xanga. This is what she requested…”something exotic…wild..
about forgiveness, the hardships of life.. “. It was a great request. Fitting what I’ve gone through. This poem is a decentralized one, there is no central theme. It only speaks about the feelings. But I hope you all will enjoy it.




Thanks again my little family here. I love you all.


Scattered Dreams.

The feelings of dreams unfulfilled,
Flow through veins burning,
Every corner senses can feel,
As days pass me by,
Unknown about my existence.

All the emotions and the feelings that sprout,
From deep inside, deep in a forest grows,
Like that flower in vivid colors blossomed,
But unnoticed and uncared tall she stands,
In the shade even the spring rain missing,
To feel the touch of her adoration.
The humming birds and bees,
Around her they fly and admire,
Color and the sweetness taste,
Of the honey she offer,
But none felt the beatings of her fragile heart.
Only the tears of that flower wets the roots,
And fertilizes the dreams for her to see.
The emotions and feelings scatter,
Like the pollens of that flower unknown.

Oh’ none of the emotions and feelings scattered,
Connect to the thoughts of loved ones,
Parents, relatives and friends,
Who loves me even in my imperfections,
And they are lost in those imperfections,
Care and love in scrutiny defined,
Every moment of life bound in obligations,
And those things I feel the perfect me,
Unheard, unseen, unfelt and remains rusted. <>

Into all those eyes filled with care,
How will I look,
And live to fit in a life with deceptions,
Unloved and uncared by my conscience?
And how long will I suppress,
And live for the day in frustrations,
And wait for that day when I will stand,
Upon my own dreams in fulfillment?

There are those days to come,
When with the forgiveness of all those who loved,
For all the deceptions and in the forgiveness
Of mine to all those who forget to understand,
I will be a dream fulfillment,
With you nearby, a realization,
Of the gathering of all those pollens.

©RIAZAHAMMED.COM.


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  3. Hey,I haven’t heard from you in awhile.Sorry to hear about your cuz hope she gets well soon!Hope ur new job fits ur awesome personality.Also before I forget the poem is very beautiful!

  4. It’s awesome about the new job thing.  Oh, and about airports, they are ALWAYS screwy.  An actual t.v. show has been made about them, where people’s luggage is lost, people miss their flights and are plane hopping, ect…It’s actually pretty amusing.  Yeah, I admit that I watched it once…twice…Anyway, I really liked your poem!  I didn’t know that you might take requests.  If ever you’re bored, or have some free time, could you write one about defeating all odds; about proving the world wrong and showing them that the impossible CAN be acheived? 

    If anyone could write a poem about that, it’d be you.  Thanks, bye!

  13. i was sad you were gone because there would be no more poems and thank you for the comment i know im not alone anymore its just throught my childhood. and thank you i really think i meet the right guy for me. i should write about…..ok i g2g!! im hungry just lost a softball game but ill be alright write a poem later!

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