What is God?

“Anyone who knows God cannot describe Him. Anyone who can describe God does not know Him.” – Paulo Coelho

Karma

“It isn’t what you did in the past that will affect the present. It’s what you do in the present that will redeem the past and thereby change the future.”

– Paulo Coelho in Aleph

Dreamers

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.”

– T. E. Lawrence, The Seven Pillars of Wisdom

Favorite Quotes

“Living or not living, all are basically one. Earth and heavens, both were made from one. There are millions of idols, but God is one. All hearts are different, but feeling is one. They sell same clothes, but shops are different. The meanings are the same, but the languages are different”.
Josh Mail Abadi

“While I was fighting, I heard other people speaking in the name of freedom, and the more they defended this unique right, the more enslaved they seemed to be to their parents’ wishes, to a marriage in which they had promised to stay with the other person “for the rest of their lives,” to the bathroom scales, to their diet, to half-finished projects, to lovers to whom they were incapable of saying “No” or “It’s over,” to weekends when they were obliged to have lunch with people they didn’t even like. Slaves to luxury, to the appearance of luxury, to the appearance of the appearance of luxury. Slaves to a life they had not chosen, but which they had decided to live because someone had managed to convince them that it was all for the best.”
– Narrator in The Zahir by Paulo Coelho

Know thyself so complete,
that before every fate,
God himself asks his slave,
tell me what your will is
Allama Iqbal

If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
– Derek Bok

Fish see the bait, but not the hook; men see the profit, but not the peril.
– Chinese proverb

Education rears disciples, imitators, and routinists, not pioneers of new ideas and creative geniuses. The schools are not nurseries of progress and improvement, but conservatories of tradition and unvarying modes of thought.
Ludwig von Mises

the only way to truly conquer something, as every great philosopher and geneticist will tell you, is to love it.
Born to Run by Christopher Mcdougall

“If you do something once, it’s okay. Second time, when you do it, is maybe okay but third time is a major sin & unforgivable.”
– Brent on automation

“Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”
– Eleanor Roosevelt

Slavery

“While I was fighting, I heard other people speaking in the name of freedom, and the more they defended this unique right, the more enslaved they seemed to be to their parents’ wishes, to a marriage in which they had promised to stay with the other person “for the rest of their lives,” to the bathroom scales, to their diet, to half-finished projects, to lovers to whom they were incapable of saying “No” or “It’s over,” to weekends when they were obliged to have lunch with people they didn’t even like. Slaves to luxury, to the appearance of luxury, to the appearance of the appearance of luxury. Slaves to a life they had not chosen, but which they had decided to live because someone had managed to convince them that it was all for the best.”

– Paulo Coelho. the Zahir (p. 9)

Hina

I know it’s cliche,

but that’s the world’s way.

Sitting here in this dark cafe,

you are my dreams’ brilliant ray.

Because of you I wanna say,

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Blue

My name is Blue. You can meet me in the sky. Or you can find me in the oceans. Or if you are lucky, I might be in your eyes.

I am beautiful. Oceans are painted with me. I am what makes the sky perfect. You dare not come out of your homes when sky is devoid of me.

Because of me, you seek the vastness of oceans. You spend your life in small boxes, only because you want to escape into me. Every once in a while when you get lucky, you fly to a sandy beach. You look for a perfect spot. You set up your chair. Then you sit down and stare into me for as long as you can. When you get enough courage to touch me, you get up and you run into me. I surround you. You and I become one and everything gets perfect.

I give hopes from distance to lost souls in deserts; and then sometimes I disappear leaving the thirsty travelers feeling betrayed by their own sights; and other times I stay and save lives of countless hunters of fortune.

When they look at me, they feel calm. At least, that’s what I have heard. Perhaps I remind them that they can escape into me whenever they want to. Freedom is painted with me.

I don’t want to cover skins of brides on their wedding days. Nor do I want to be trapped in a darkness with a decaying body. While you show your sons with me; but I am bigger than that. I don’t want to be your uniform.

I shine in the biggest stars. I paint the biggest ceiling that surrounds you. I symbolize life.

I am Blue.

(Inspired by My Name is Red by Orhan Pamuk.)

I

Who is that is I
Still lost in my mind
Trying to find my purpose
When there might not be one
The first thing was writing
Can words truly change anything?
Why should I write
When there is so much noise
Are you in that house
or are you out here
I will give up now
This desert is just too vast
My voice will not reach you
Is this even a language
What is music when there is no rhythm
Why should I write
When I have nothing to say.

Cigarette

Feeling so empty, and hollow inside
Cannot believe I am writing a poem to a cigarette
but I feel so unsatisfied, unfulfilled
like this poem, half-finished.

Once I Fell in Love

In this hot desert heat
you were a cool breeze

gone in a moment just as you came
left me behind to wonder if you will ever return

to mess up my hair
to touch my thirsty lips softly

you were a sweet dream
vanished with the stars in the morning

leaving me to wake up in the blinding sunlight
to look for a shade where there are no trees

you were a beautiful song
which I cannot hear anymore in this noise

I tried dancing to you
but there was no floor

a wish which cannot be fulfilled, a desire which will never die
my hope was in vain but I held on to it.

you were a magic happened in a blink of an eye
just as a shooting star disappears in the night sky

you were a poem written with an ink
on paper left in the rain, washed away before I could read.