Pea(ie)ce of Mind

A little peace of mind, might

Cost a big piece of your wealth

Sacrifice your share

whether or not others care

You will be a real hero

While they call you zero

You will fly high

While they sigh a cry

In contentment, as Shafiee said, richness lie

Had the rich known, they’d never ever lie.

Title of Your Own Book

Book of Your Life

Every one of us is a book waiting to be written

A book so unique and one of a kind

A book to remain forever ,long after we are gone

How then shall we plan its content

How then shall we design its cover

What then shall we name it brother..

The Water Soul

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Like water containers, Our bodies as human beings come in different colors and shapes. Look at a bottle, glass or jar around you, the sizes and forms are completely different, yet if you take a step further and open the jar, see through the bottle or look inside the glass you see the same content, water

Our souls are like this water. Regardless of the differences outside, deep within we are all the same. The colorless, odorless , tasteless water.

Now!. Comes the power of your choice,

Take some dirt or filth and mix with this water, it becomes an undrinkable unapproachable thing. Or take some honey and milk to mix with it, the same water becomes a desirous drink.

This mud or the milk is the character you complement your soul with, the more of which you add the kind of being you become.

Choice is truly Yours.

( Inspired by Nadim Maldar)

 

 

House, Owner & the Tenant

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It seemed like an unusual walk through the village, a certain window seemed to have opened in the heart..

I passed by a house in which two people were quarreling, upon observing closely, I realized that they were fighting for the ownership of the house. What was even more surprising to me was one of them was the real owner of the house and other, the tenant> They had but little knowledge of their real positions as they both have been sharing the house from childhood. They were almost equal in strenth and appearance, I assumed this fight would go on till one of them eventually gains more power to overcome the other. I continued to walk.

After a while I passed by another house, the owner was in full control of it and was as healthy and heavy as anyone could imagine, I could not find the tenant anywhere initially. Upon inquiring I was told that tenant merely existed in a corner of the house almost as a slave and was hardly given anything to sustain his life. I assumed, they would probably never fight as the owner was well aware of his position and kept himself well maintained over the tenant, however I had a strange feeling somehow the tenant was never really going to give up.

I continued my walk and saw a third house.  The owner of the house was frail, bedridden and almost about to die. I became curious and started searching for the cruel tenant who had caused this pitiful scene. Didn’t take me long to find this giant ugly being, for sure he must have usurped almost all things which originally belonged to the owner. He was in full control of the house and there was little hope the owner would ever stand up on his feet again. But somehow I felt, even the house yearned for the owner to put up one last fight..!

You are the House in the story, your Ego the Tenant and Your Soul the Owner.

I leave you with one question, which is your house..?