I had a dream,
That I met a guy.
He was as lively as a bird,
And as funny as a lie.
(Don't know why I wrote lie :/ never mind :p)

We conversed about ”Life”,
He said, ” Life isn't about money. It's about eliminating a sense of pride. Giving and taking, respecting, eradicating discrimination and ,caring about others needs.”
No doubt his speech was so right.
And quite wise.

Then he began,
”Before this era, we lived in peace and harmony. People cared about others needs. They helped the poor and spread word of equality.”
With a long pause he said,
” Now all you see is ego and pride. Human race is no less than the animal race. We treat others like savages and feel superior to others. The poor don't get any attention.”

He was right it's true.
I added,
”Malnutrition is widespread and so is killing innocent children. Though there are people who help and realize the pain of others.”
He smiled.
” Yes dear there are people. But does it matter that only 30% of the people who die helping the rest 70% don't.”

” People always change. Once you get money in a large quantity you have no time for others than just showing off. You forget who's Allah. You forget who has given you all this.”
He continued.
” We should set our priorities. Our first priority is give in the name of God. Our second is to feed the poor. Our third is to help our relatives in need. And last is to use up the little we have for our family.”
I was about to say something.

Suddenly I woke up with a jolt.
What a strange dream.
But it was so true.

Whilst you sit and think
of how to preach me
through
teary eyes and guilt arising within,
I stand in front of the mirror
in high spirits
speaking as if my words though replete,
may never effect thee.

Sand dunes at the end of June,
A prolonging urge to hold your hand,
A quiet and pleasant moon
Though unaccompanied by you,
Your departure was non-existent,
Vague-
As dew kisses good bye

Knowing well,
That this storm may not end yet,
My heart sinks low,
As all my energy drains,
Emptying my veins,
Slowly and partially-
As dew kisses good bye

For the next many years,
I mourn in pain,
Exultant once-
I remember the feeling of love at first sight,
As winter engaged,
It would remain static but now terminates in the summers,
As dew kisses good bye

I whisper in the dark,
Remember my name, love?
I hear no voice,
Alone with a silhouette of myself-
I spill words on a piece of paper,
Writing hastily-
*As dew kisses good bye

She
untied the knots
those
which existed
in her heart.

Your personality
Enthralls my eyes
Your smile
So divine
Lightens my mood.