dear you human,
whatever kind of human
you may be.
(literally whatever kind)

i begin with i imagine a world,
a world where we have mastered and taught the art of thinking and the art of feeling.

the kind of world that enables a journey to explore the oneself in,
it's time we begin to look for something inside.

to go to a time of reflection and creation,
let's go back to the time we spoke to eachother in poetry,
the time we thought what we felt and felt what we thought,
a time we cared about all.

let's go back to the time that uniqueness vividly excited us,
a time we all understood that to be good is to do good
and to do good is to think and therefore feel good.

and if a time of such has never existed then let's create it together,
collectively as one using the whole of our unique individuality.

because today we live in a world, in an environment created using the collective unique individual thinking and feeling of generations that so much hated the oneself that they were subconsciously and significantly able to avoid the practice as whole.

The night has confided in me its secrets,
Revealing my paralleled selves.
We are all privileged, being depressed or anxious is hypocrisy itself
So
I've sat and thought ,
Time affirms knowledge
Though i am not my awarness,
I feel wired to a hidden intelligence,
Unfamiliar images, imagination,
Everything is a lesson,
Unlearn it to reach the destination

Gratitude brings bliss and peace of mind
do not underestimate the advantage of being ALIVE


Words Of Harfouchism

A hug for my heart
Warm, chewy, and chocolatey
What self love tastes like

My love for you attains freedom at the stroke of midnight...
Loneliness no longer bothers this naive heart of mine, swimming in hot springs of your love.
The mystery wind brings home to me the answers to the many letters that I never sent for you
And the eerie darkness, oh it gives me a chance to dance in hiding, with your shadow, that I had to create for the sake of my soul...
The million stars patterned in unknown constellations fuel in me my patience to wait for you...
That one day when we meet, live and die, we will make for the brightest objects in the sky
(O beloved, do you feel the beatings of my heart in that heart of yours?
Do you know that the warmth that you try to feed yourselves by the fireplace, is the ignition of the same fire,that my soul sparks in me?
Do you feel my feet when I walk over the earth, over which you too live in seclusion?)
Swarming with a hundred questions, my wild mind raises itself to gaze at the moon, shining a dreamy silver, brooding over a dreamy landscape
And in that little moment my lips adjusts itself to a smile so wide
For I knew that you were looking up and smiling at the moon too...
The heart fluttered with the wings of a butterfly at a love that does not exist, yet is unbelievably celestial!

My bed creaks with the pain of my loneliness,
My life reeks of the stench of my emptiness.
Do not run away considering me desperate,
A better lover than me you can only imagine.

My past is smeared with pains and sorrows,
My present painted with a cautious colour.
My future is bleak, I can't foretell a thing,
Come along if you want, don't be hesitant.

I'm not desperate, I've been lonely for far too long,
Now that you are here, I won't let you go away from me.
I'm not bad, I'm a PhD researcher, and have a future too,
Be my lover, we shall go for hiking on the hills & put up a tent.

In the night outside the tent, we shall make a bonfire,
And also cook the food with peaceful veg ingredients.
You just need to eat and feed me too, I shall do the cooking.
Afterwards inside the tent, we shall make love hot and pure.