Nature of the world

It is the nature of the world
Bringing with it change
Carrying nought else
Altering day into night


Present fades into the past
Future a notch carved in time
Time an essence of the world
And the world an agent of change


The sea rolls upon land
Erasing my prints upon the sand
The waters are cold when the air is warm
Warmer when the air grows cold


Everything changes everything else
Everything affects everything else
Six degrees of sepparation
A thousand ties a binding


Lord over all things
He whom sits upon His throne
Thus He made everything be
Beginning with time, to motion all things

Gone

And when the days
And after the nights
With all the dismays
The loss of my light


You chose to walk
Despite my pleas
You never talk
Though I'm on my knees


I've grown frail
Time's passed me
You chose to bail
I set you free


Age is against me
My wisdom is failing
It's all too early
And slowly I'm breaking


Don't dare to cry
Over milk that's spilt
Keep asking why
The answers continue to build


Over and over
Wheel turns and turns
So drunk I'm sober
Life never fails to burn


Charred and battered
Beaten and bruised
Badly colored
Terribly overused


I'm unadorned
Also unappreciated
I feel bummed
Or am I retarded?


People see and hear
Some close up to touch
The nearest I hold dear
Save for you whom I've lost my clutch

Am I an idiot?

I remember asking for death. Wishing it would come for me sooner, seeing it as a form of escape. Have you ever felt the same?

A coward's wish it was. A hope to leave a prison and the sentence that perhaps keeps me here.

Do I not appreciate life? Do I not appreciate these gifts of God? Such a rude wish. The more I think about it, the more I hate myself for even thinking of such things.

Be thankful for the life that's been given to you. Be happy for the time that you have.

A prison though it may be, this prison is full of comfort and freedom. Painful experiences may abound but an equal amount of joy flows through this life. Am I disregarding that everytime I pray for my death? Am I ungrateful?

God alone knows how grateful I am for all His gifts. Food, drink, love, entertainment, knowledge and much else. The list just goes on.

All He ever asks of me, is that I be grateful for His gifts and worship Him and only Him. Allahu Akbar. Obey His orders and steer myself away from any activities that He has so clearly warned me against.

Worship. I have yet to do enough of that. When I think about it, I'm a pitiful servant. One that doesn't deserve any of life's blessings. I deserve to go to hell. I wish for death.

But I try to convince myself otherwise. Perhaps this is a chance for me to redeem myself. Opportunity to change my ways. Save myself from my sins.

Sins. When I think back on them, I realise how weak I really am. How could I let myself fall prey to temptation? Why'd I do such a thing?

I look forward to the future. Towards the tests and temptations I may face. The tribulations that may await me. And I wish I could die.

Am I an idiot?

Strangers and loved ones

Could you trust a stranger?
Would you trust a stranger?

Trust: Assured reliance on the character, ability, strength or truth of someone or something.

Psychologists and sociologists would refer to trust as an open and positive relationship between people.

Could you open yourself up to someone whom you barely know? Would you even think of doing such a thing?

How do you decide who you can trust? Looks, behavior, voice, character or history.

Is it necessarily easier to trust someone close to you in comparison to a total stranger? Or is it the other way around?

Why should a person trust anyone else at all? Why should I believe a single word anyone else says?

To open oneself up and leave one's belief and heart in the hands of another, is a great risk indeed. Then again, will you really be opening yourself up and risking yourself by trusting someone else?

Trust: Belief in others. It depends on YOUR outlook of the other. It is something that grows. Built up by repeated positive experiences with the other. A bridge.

So should you start off simply trusting a stranger? Or maybe a healthy dose of distrust is in order.

But isn't it possible to trust without getting hurt by it? Physically or emotionally, trusting yourself to another appears to be a really big issue indeed. Why is this so?

Is this world so distrustful? Is there none in this world we can trust? Or is it just us who are distrustful?

Is it just us?

A man

There once was a man who fell for a woman;

And a beautiful woman was she.

A smile as bright as a rose so red;

T'was a sight he'd never forget.

Her hair a-tussel slightly a mess;

He minded it not for she still looked her best.

This woman was an angel dressed in black;

Yet beautiful she was to the blinded man.

She was to him the most lovely;

The queen of all queens she was.

And he wondered if she would be his;

If she would pick him to be her king.

No matter what though her decisions may be;

He knew that she'd always be his queen.

Always be his queen.



The man, he now merely hopes that his queen would now read this little message of his, and know that no matter what, he would always care for her. Always care for her. Such is the story of a man posessed. Such is the love of a man impressed. Sad to say, a rat may never catch the heart of his dame.

What is it?

"Mine honor is my life, both grow in one. Take honor from me, and my life is done. Then dear my liege, mine honor let me try; In that I live and for that I will die."

- William Shakespear.

It appears that honor is as valuable as life itself.Reputation, self-respect, morality. Nobility, magnanimity, birthright, duty. Pride. What is honor?

Is your reputation worth risking life and limb? Had honor been a meer repute of a man, why is it of such great import?

Is moral conscience the heart of human honor? The strength to do what is right. That is honor. Or at least such is the claim of some people.

Or would it be rightly so to attribute honor only to the rich, famous or of noble birth? Have you ever heard of honor being within the hearts of the poor or peasantry? It hardly seems right to some of us that honor should be restricted merely in men of a certain class.

Honor is :-

Reputation

Morality

Pride

Self-respect

Self-respect is possibly the most important aspect of honor. A belief in the goodness and righteousness of oneself. Pride in a person's own sense of morality as well as dutiful achievements. Honor as an emotion. A feeling. A birthright.

"To lose your honor, to feel that you have no honor even in your own eyes, says a lot about the person you are. Honor is important as it affects how you feel about yourself."

- Fadhilah

Honor, being what it is appears to be of great importance. So, is honor important to you? What is honor to you?

Muse

Voices echoing in the wind

Blooming the flowers of spring

Singing upon my heart

My eternal delight



Raining with treasures

Wealthier than gold and silvers

Blessed I am to be

Had I followed paths set for me



Yet blessings are not what I seek

Throw them away I did with a single flick

Follow I did the life I'm seeking

Amid the voices in the wind

change

I had thought it strange that life should mould itself the way it did. But it felt stranger to realise that life could change me such. I would never even dream of it.