With a hundred thousand blessings
I will praise you
a thousand times more.
With every pulse
and each heartbeat,
with each breath,  I inhale and exhale
and every tear I shed.
I will carry a cycle of
endless thousand thanks.

I desperately went for cycle ride with my brother,
But am afraid of cycling and afraid of dissapointing my brother,
It's hard to concentrate on pedal as well as road,
Am afraid of hurting myself,
But it's a beautiful experience with a mixture of fear, happiness and nervousness,
But my brother is always there to teach me calmly, When I started shivering in fear he assured me of his presence,
And again I felt secure,
Though I fell down many times but he was there to console me,
It's really hard to ride a cycle that's I thought
But because of my brother I felt it too easy to ride,
When after practicing I started riding perfectly I felt like am flying in the air,
With the help of my superhero my brother I had learn to ride cycle.

What happens in the unknown ?

Sages preach of "knowables" and "unfathomables",
but I perceive it to be a cognitive game since my attention is always fixated
on patternized characteristics and sceneries.

I've known and loved myself enough to  know not to invest my thoughts or actions in impulses
Yet from time to time, I tolerate myself.

Life might be identified as unknowable but we all live and die,
consumed by a spectrum of unnecessary emotions and intense analyses
to finally, ironically, conclude that death is punishment.
So, we befriend God like deceitful hypocrites, seeking immortality and monetary advantage.

Still, many believe in the procedure of acquirement through encounter.

Perhaps if you go further for once, you might find human alternatives locked in unusual dispositions,
veiled, yet waiting to be discovered.

Death only happens to those who have merit,
and what happens in the unknown is never open to analysis,
for what stops death
is awareness.



Words Of Harfouchsism