When Philosophy becomes
Brother to spirituality.
Man remains not a man.
But a quintessential being.
Whiter than the angels.
And the earth more than
A utopia of dreamland.
Dreamed by many a Heart.
Only in throes of pain.

No hardship sorrows.
No failure, a failure.
As Truth unveils before hearts.

Energized by the hallow.
Man realizes the value of his being.
All others subservient to him.
He cares and protects them,
A motherly love.

Endowed with the greatest bounty,
He stands as the Lord’s favorite creation.
The bounty of language!
Unknown to earth-ians.
A gadget to unravel secrets.
A means to uproot differences.

When philosophy becomes
Brother to sprituality.
Man explores.
Not devours.
He transcends from individuality to sociality.
He considers ‘the other’.
‘I’ transforms into ‘we’.

ع ميرة




This veil of mine seems thick now..
A great barrier it feels..
Tough and solid it resists every blow..
Distances so far it appears..
To reach there of old…
To go back is the goal..
But the wall has thickened alot..
Crumbling would be difficult a job..
While I axe it here it thickens there..
Somehow not known to this soul..
Longings fill in the heart..
Ah! A drop drips on the dry sand particles, vanishes! ..
Dusty winds touch my cheeks and sucks..
My elixir of heart, all dry.
While I yearn for you amidst this war..
Waiting is indeed the necessary choice..
So come oh! helper soon..
For I can’t go alone in this dreary night…