The Streets are filled with Pilgrims.
Night and Day….
Near the Tombs…
Some stand Silently.
Some profusely cry.

Outside is another world
Orphans and Widows Beg Everyday.
Cant forget that 4 Year Old Girl
Wearing a Pink Frock.
Came to me and just cried.
All I could hear was only one word.
“ Miskeen “ - Poor.  Help Me Sir.
She was an angel for sure.

I gave whatever  I had that day.
But could never forget that face.

I wonder how many angels are there
Who keep on Begging Every Day.

This is only one girl in one place.  
Imagine how many more are there all over the world.
Maybe Thousands or Millions for sure.

We are fortunate to lead a good life and yet complain.
While those little boys and girls beg everyday
Everyday and Everywhere.

Every day and Every Where. …

While living in extreme drought of lands
Sitting under a brown silhouette tree
Many questions are overwhelming me.
Am I born on the wrong side of Earth,
no one seems to understand or care.
I look at the shivering air in front of me
Must walk miles to get me some water.
Thirsty throat made me feel drowsy
I close my eyes sitting here.
Pretending I am in a land with pastel colors
I see a beach with rolling waves
A soft blue of sky and waters.
Never saw a beach before but it’s good
to be there now.
Cool breeze is touching me
I feel goosebumps creeping on my skin.
I can hear the sounds of ocean
In my mind it made me sleepy
Drifting away drifting away
Further more further more.
Realize I want to keep drifting to never
to  return to land of thirst.
Please God keep me here.


When feeling trapped, close your eyes.
Let your imagination carry you.
Pray.



Shell ✨🐚

T ime

O ur

U nion

C ombines

H earts

When the glass was full
I was not thirsty at all ….

Then came a storm …
And all the  Water spilled out….
The Glass was Intact
But then I died of thirst.

we don’t use a teapot

but evidently many do,

and cosy up together.