The Revolution!

From a land very far far away; 

I can see a glimpse of light. 

A new sun ascending its land,

Start of a new era that grips the fate of an infant.

The pyramid now stands with honor,

The sphinx of a ruler now rusts in the corner,

The Nile now flows with a tide;

Decades ago it had lost its pride.

But why my land still lives in a dark?

The people here! will they ever spark?

Ignorance before credence!

Death of a crowd in grievance!

Splashes of tears then curses the eye,

When one wishes to quickly die.

Generations hanging in the balance,

It's the time to swing the wheel of gallant.

Raise your head up my boy!

Passion is your feat and destiny is the sky!

Break the faces of those who seize your freedom,

Dump those monsters who dare to eat your edam.

Slumber is a curse ask a raider who lives inside,

Forfeit the fear of battle just go there and fight.

Please don't be ashamed of death!

Cos' martyrs never fall from the peak of zenith.

The statue of robin hood awaits to be consecrated;

The tales of bravery are yet to be scripted...!

(M.S.Khan)

The Little Things!

Head like a rock spinning round and round;

I found it in a hole sitting upside down.

Paint me a wish on a velvet sky.

You demand the answers but I don't know why?

Cos' in my mind there is no time.

But the little things they make us so happy!

Just being the loser that plays lost and found;

All I want to do is live by the sea,

Standing by the edge of an ugly bree,

Hiding under the coat of a garden pea, 

Cos' it's good to see you're free.

Still those little things they make us so happy!

So what would you say if I said to you? 

It's not in what you say it's in what you do.

You point the finger at me but I don't deceive.

Close your eyes my friend and pretend to believe;

Cos' one day your mind will soon conceive.

That the little things they make us so happy!

Just then, close your eyes

Fugitive and illusively wise;

Colors of her soaked in dyes.

Hours when no one rescues twice,

In troubles and gambles she burst in cries!

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

When words become lime and pale,

The fear inside her tends to stay.

Her smile bows down and begs for bail,

The time rushes as a ship to a quay.

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

Jammed packed in the world of ten;

The day when the world pays no damn heed,

The evening when a farmer flatters a sore hen,

Misty morning when she incurs with the curse of greed.

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

Like the branches of a fruitless tree,

She's never sure if she's nearly late.

Never been the one she wants to be,

When amazed by the crippled and her fearless gait.

Just then, close your eyes;

And play with the dream that lets you retry.

Please Forgive My Fear!

I walk on space,
On air so thin
I fear to fall.

Dear God forgive me
For my fear to love
For being so small
In a world so big
Forgive me for not wanting pain
For seeing it first before joy

I know I shouldn’t look first,
At how easily I bruise
Or harden my shell to outside touch,
Or hide within my self,
Or stare with dead eyes

Forgive my fear
Of reaching out over empty spaces,
For taking all the love you give
And giving nothing in turn

When next I shy, nudge me to try
When next I sigh, nudge me to smile
When next love needs, steady my feet
That I may be here,
To brave my fear.


(Anonymous)

A Wondrous Fable

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. 

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education.

If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."

And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia. 

What saved him? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

"Someone once said what goes around comes around."

Cursing Yourself for Past Mistakes

"Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain."

(Khalil Gibran)

How do you deal with your past mistakes?

Today, I'd like to recommend a great way to burden your mind, waste time, and lower your self-esteem.


It's called Cursing Yourself for Past Mistakes.

Try it out on yourself and people you dislike! It's very easy to do, and anyone can do it. It’s great for injecting endless hours of frustration and stress into your life!

I've known many people who do this very well, but just in case you're having some difficulty, here are some pointers to send you on your way?

First, think of all the things you did or failed to do in the past.

Especially, things which you cannot do anything about it now. Constantly remind yourself of them and beat yourself up for them.

A good way to do this is to keep whining about them. If you can regularly complain to others, it is even better! Remember to sigh a lot too. There's nothing like constant verbal repetition for these past mistakes to really stick. Then, tell yourself that you'll never be able to adjust your behavior to prevent similar errors in future. Learning from mistakes just never crossed your mind. Remember, self-improvement is a myth.

This kind of thinking will start a vicious cycle. Remembering how incapable, unlovable, and foolish you are will enable you to continue repeating past mistakes. Now this part is essential in order for the entire self-loathing process to work.

In no time, you'll be able to whittle your self-esteem down to such a degree that you will have no problem thinking you're absolutely incapable of success and happiness. The strategy is laughably simple: reinforce negative thoughts and experiences and they will inevitably lead to negative feelings and outcomes.

Remember, you are not special, you are not unique. The world simply doesn't need another loser like you. If you're doing everything right, by this time, you would have lost most of your friends, alienated your family members, lost your appetite for food and life, and are looking forward to a lonely, meaningless existence.

So, if you're ever bored, and need to kill some time, depress your spirit and embrace failure as lord of your life, try cursing yourself for past mistakes. Have fun!