@Mohsinilyas

Realities To have hope means to breath To avoid hurt demands stealth To dream big means eyeing pain To turn wise demands spiritual gains The realities of life are solid truths They make the sane avoid loathe The realities of life are kept steady Their absence turns seldom ready To be spiritual means success To avoid fears demands progress To dream huge means strength To turn subtle demands a breath The realities of life can crush stones Their weight tend to carry the forlorn The realities of life have strong grips Their sparks are rarely considered dim To have strength means patience To avoid failure demands dedication To dream steadily means hope To turn brave demands pacing The realities of life are visible treats They make many turn from defeat The realities of life are fine rays Their knowledge helps the stray

Silent Thoughts Bitterness is observed as strategy Pain is feigned by diversity The wounded ignore the scars The tortured don't care for joy Weak consider inflicting pain Brave know of friendly facades The lost ignore shallow branches The depressed don't care for tears Spirituality should be held on tight Kindness could be your fight Achings hands can face pain Broken people can care for strength Hope is observed by seldom Wisdom is feigned by ignorant The broken ignore the ointment The timid don't care for courage Poor avoid vibrant white paths Miser simply focus on gains The shallow ignore vivid kindness The safe don't care for dangers Spirituality should be your light Bravery is known to strive Scars can face testing battles Wounds souls can care for plenty

شکایت اعتبار نہیں تو راز کیوں بتایا اقرار نہیں تو پیار کیوں بتایا یوں نہیں گزرتی زندگی سنو کسی نے کھویا کسی نے پایا

صرف ملتا تھا دل لگی کیلئے وہ تو تھا اور ہی کسی کیلئے ان اندھیروں سے مت ڈرو کہ ہم دل جلا لیں گے روشنی کیلئے پھول ہو سرو ہو کہ شبنم ہو استعارے ہیں سب اسی کے لئے ہم کو درکار ہے ابھی مہلت وحسن سے تیرے آگہی کیلئے وقت کے قافلے سے مت بچھڑو وقت رکتا نہیں کسی کیلئے وہ جو تجھ کو بھلا چکا عادل اب روتا ہے تو اسی کیلئے

یک طرفہ محبت  یک طرفہ محبت میں کبھی پزیرائی کسی کو ملتی نہیں مر کز نگاہ گر کوئی اور ہو تو شناسائی بھی ہوتی نہیں زندگی سانجھی سہی مگر ہو محبت کی ڈور جڑی کسی اور سے کہانی زندگی کی مگر یوں محبت کے بنا مکمل ہوتی نہیں رشتے جڑتے ہیں محبت سے گر درمیاں محبت ہی نہ رہے یک طرفہ محبت سے یوں رشتوں کی ڈور مضبوط ہوتی نہیں

شبِ تاریک اک دیا اور میں شبِ تاریک اک دیا اور میں وہی خوابوں کا سلسلہ اور میں اتنی انجان رہ گزر کا سفر کتنا ویران راستہ اور میں رات بھر ساتھ ساتھ چلتے ہیں تیری یادوں کا قافلہ اور میں ذکر کچھ اس کی چال کا مت چھیڑ مست ہو جائیں گے ہوا اور میں خوب دونوں میں جنگ ہوتی ہے جب مقابل ہوں آئنہ اور میں گڑ گ ڑا کر دعائیں کرتا ہوں جب ہوں تنہا، مرا خدا اور میں کتنے مانوس ہو گئے ہیں ہم گھر کی مہکی ہوئی فضا اور میں

Mine Sadness hugs me as mine Far away happiness, just for mine Left me burning alone Awe, they were mine Seeing me dying Ah, she was mine Heart believed her was not it mine? The fuss Everywhere Yes, it was for mine Its your time Eh was not that mine? sadness night's morning sun, oh no if so, just do not for mine Ah life! become so short nothing is mine The long night belongs to you Tomorrow's sun! would be mine

Moment From the night of separation Until the morning of loneliness How many have passed? Dream moment Mirage moment Answer moment Reckoning moment Rose moment Wine moment awkward moment Near moment Rival moment Lucky moment

Claim "I am of the Gaboye will you wed me?!" The previous evening, the previous evening, amidst the night, as the clock struck two hours past midnight,s some body struck the entryway of the house? "Who in paradise's name is it?" "A lady," she said. "What's the issue with you?" I said. "Give me access," she said. I stated, "Miss, a guest at this hour is an inquisitive unforeseen development."

My loving Father Father I love you, i love you very much How can I repay your debts so much? I will pray God for more births In your lap for unending mirth You Played with me and shared my feelings You goaded me on and kept me rolling You guided me to reach my destination And, I got my goal without any obstruction Whatever was my aim? You always encouraged me to get the same A small request to you father, Hope you will never deny me that more Guide me through out my life Till the last moment of your life Father I love you, Love you very much

Good evening my all friends

Wings They accompany many souls Tend to warm up many goals They accompany many dreams Tend to fill tears with gleam I watch as they drift away Stare as many go astray I watch as they lose flare Stare as many start to glare They accompany brave armours Tend to show up during clamours They make the tired float Tend to build the boat I watch as they hold the rope Stare as many refuse to mope I watch as they swipe the pain Stare as many start to gain These wings are made of hope These wings are made up of gold They are imagined by brave souls They are kept for the cold I watch as they work with wind Stare as many enjoy the glint I watch as they shield the brave Stare as many refuse to cave These wings only exist for some These wings are deal with glum They work against steep falls They take away the need to stall

Choices It's easy to despise to let go of humanity But the lost don't realize don't comprehend the need- to be the raindow's lead It's easy to judge to ignore the truth But the lost don't realize don't comprehend the dream- to celebrate the kind gleam It's easy to be hostile to ignore kindness But the lost don't realize don't take the lead to walk with humble feet It's easy to forget to chase material dreams But the lost don't realize don't comprehend the loss- Of refusing wise floss It's easy to blame to suffer in vain But the lost don't realize don't comprehend the need Of gaining spiritual peace

The beauty of Life The beauty of life, lies in the ponds and streams, that you walk by while you day dream. It's in the chirping of every bird, in the clouds that form above, in the rain that cleanses the heart, and the people who make you laugh It's in the rain, the thunder, and the lightning bolt in the warmth of the Sun, and the winter cold in the darkness of the night, the howling of the wind in the dancing daffodils and the river's steady flow and the people who smile at you when you learn to let go It's in the trees that stand so tall, in the childish spirit that lightens the heart, in the songs our mothers sing, and the nostalgia memories bring It's in the gentle breeze and the starry sky, in the loud extroverts and the introverts who are shy, in the tears our fathers hide, And the struggle before every goodbye

World You were made for the world You were born, to change the world You were given eyes, to see the world You were blessed by legs, to explore the world Donate yourself to the world world will be yours Success will be yours History will be yours

Idle (Poetry) As darkness fills the sky, Thoughts of closing my eyes. Unconscious. Rushing. So many tasks in need of accomplishment. Unproductivity. It's within my system the entire day. Occupied with mental obsessions  aiming to feel at ease. Sober.  In just a minute. Suppression.  It won't work.  All the nerves in my brain,  they seemed not it their respective places.  Turned on the computer.  Fixing your face from the effects of the frown.  Smile.   At the back of my head is the opposite of what's being displayed.  Idle. I couldn't think properly.  Chores aren't done.  Back at the first line above.  Dinner.  Not that much.  Can't hardly chew.  Writing.  Can't keep words altogether.  In bed.  Closed my eyes.  Took some deep breathing.  Drowsiness.  Yawn. Sleep.  In the morning.  Eyes opened.  Stress levels escalate.  Issues.  Prayed.  Same routines.  Same stresses.  Second stanza above.  The next day.  The entire content.

Good morning have a nice day

Emancipation The feeling of hands being tied up,  While holding in cold prison bars,  The surroundings are dimmed,  It seems so endless.  The torture you inflicted on me,  Nauseating, and off-putting,  Got me weakened and immobilised,  In a state of dissociation.  Tried to act nonchalantly,  In a manner of being unfazed,  But the innerness is broken,  Crushed and crumpled.  The desire of emancipation,  Lives within me,  Break free from the struggles,  You brought me to adversity.  Freedom, freedom,  Cease the oppression,  The life of unrestrained,  From the agony you brought about.  Freedom, freedom Bring the light on,  Takes me to the cheerful mood,  As the better life flourishes.

Good evening friends

You are irreplaceable Going through all these motions,  As the news disclosed,  Heavy-headed and in tension,  Shivering and discomposed.  Departure came unpredicted,  The absence of signs,  Stuck in disbelief as I got disconcerted,  Indecisively went behind.  Losing you is unbearable,  Your place is your possession,  Because you are irreplaceable,  No one can take your position.

Unnoticed (A short poetry) Questioning my existence Am I worthless to you?  You made feel I'm vain When everything I do is unnoticed.  I am right here I am not a spirit I am not invisible But you made me feel I am But you treated me like a wind That was an unseen force As you consider that I am But you don't see the value of me However, it won't keep me from doing What is fine, and what is good.

Blue skies (A short poetry) Gazing above gave me a cheerful feeling,  The gray skies are gone, enough of the gloominess.  No more storms that are destructive,  A fine sunny day succeeded.  The better day is a cause of celebration,  After the negativity ceased to exist.  Optimism comes with anticipation,  Focus on what lies ahead.  Our forbearance from sorrow,  Results into a stronger being.  We're up to look forward what our faith brings us,  That the blue skies will bring a better tomorrow.

Translator I started studying sign language in 2006. Back then, there are lots of questions in my mind, and wondering if they construct sentence the way we used to as hearing people. Then I found out, they have different grammar except if a deaf person is signing in exact English.  I volunteered teaching in a vocational school for persons with disabilities, and focused on deaf people. I also served as an interpreter in a center for young deaf people led by the social welfare department.  Whenever some of my deaf friends need a *translator* to relay their message to a hearing person, they call me to provide assistance. I even helped them to communicate with the authority so they can apply for driver's license, marriage license, and acquire certificates.  In our meetings in sign language, whenever someone attends who doesn't understand sign language, I used to interpret either in Tagalog, Pangasinan, or English. Gladly, they understood the interpreting, which is fulfilling on my part.  For the first time, I became an interpreter for the wedding of a deaf couple. I am nervous at that time because I don't know what to expect. I don't even have an outline to rely on, and just use my ears, brain, and hands to relay the message.  I do not earn from translating and interpreting. I do it voluntarily. No matter how hard it is, I love to translate or interpret to anyone. It feels good to become a bridge for two people to communicate, and understand each other.

Describe the sunset I had chosen the prompt that I didn't take part on yet *describe the sunset* Such a long day from field service work. Tired, and wanting to get some fresh air. Had some snacks with people close to me. But the time came for us to leave. I noticed the skies becoming golden. Yes, it's the golden hour.  The sun seems so huge through the eyes.  Took my phone to capture the beautiful sunset.  There it goes!  The expectation is far from the reality. But one thing that I appreciate. The spectacle that sunset brings. I don't see it as the end of the day. Rather, to welcome the night. After the night, morning comes. The spectacle of sunrise follows through. It's the start of the new day. Yeah, but we are just in a cycle to live life through. An opportunity given to us. We must appreciate. I have a lot to say about sunset, though I won't be elaborating each. All I can say, sunset might reminds us that the day is over, but it's not how I see it. It actually makes me think of a new day coming.  On the other hand, the sunset I had captured from the first photo makes the sun looks too small. That's the problem with mobile phone cameras as when you capture sun, moon, and other objects which looks huge will look small in camera phones.

Good evening friends

Reflection (A Short poetry) I never knew you,  Until I opened my heart and mind,  Oftentimes, ignored you,  Then I saw the beauty in you.  You are one good creation of God, Which deserves attention.  You always appear everyday,  Overlooked by preoccupation.  Ponder on how powerful you are,  Shows the revelation of how powerful God is.  You are the reflection of God's power and wisdom,  It strengthens faith within me.  To draw closer to our Creator,  Would be the aim of my heart to achieve.

White Daisy in the Dark Hi friends have a Awesome Day Looking at my phone gallery, I just saw this photo of white daisy which looks beautiful. We had this plant before, but sadly died. We tried to put it indoors because it might die from the heat outside, yet it didn't survive.

Farm Fresh Produce Good morning friends Have A nice day Watching a video about a man harvesting farm fresh produce from his field, Brandon is determined to cultivate the soil in his lot to plant some crops so he doesn't have to worry about foods, and the possible chemicals sprayed on foods sold in the market.  Since everyone are on a lockdown, it is a perfect time to plant while at home. That way Brandon can also share their fresh produce to their neighbors. With the help of her wife, they prepared the garden plot. They made sure its location can get sufficient sunlight, and water nearby. The soil was cultivated too.  They planted mostly vegetables, and fruits on the other side. Organic fertilizers are used rather than the synthetic ones. Brandon used to water them according to schedules, and made sure it won't be pestered without the aid of chemical pesticides.  It was a productive quarantine for Brandon and wife as the crops started to produce. Brandon scheduled when he will be harvesting. However, a week before the scheduled harvest, it rained hard for hours which caused a moment of floods. The plants are partially submerged, and some of the produced went to waste.  Brandon went out as the water subsided, and the land is still muddy. It disheartened him to see what happened to his farm but he's not giving up. He made a better plan in his garden to protect it from floods, and set it up when the land dries.

Emu Story Anne went home from Australia for a vacation. Of course, she visited her best friend and cousin, Ella. They visited different places in the country, which she's never been to before she and her family migrated to Australia. Of course, there's family reunion too. Anne realized how families are intact in the Philippines which she will miss once she went back to Australia. Her scheduled departure is approaching so Anne is preparing herself for another adjustment. However, during the week of her flight, quarantine is imposed. Flights are also canceled. She got no choice but to stay in the country. The truth is she really liked her extended stay. So far, she never got bored as she helped in planting at the yard of her grandparents. Ella comes in at some time when going out was allowed. When quarantine was less restricted, Anne and Ella went out to buy some things they will need at the house. While Ella is driving the car, a huge bird ran before them. Ella's able to push the brakes. "What happened to the ostrich? Is it lost? Or it got stressed from the pandemic too? Ella asked. "It's not an ostrich. It's an emu!" Anne replied. "Emu? I have no idea about emu." "There are lots of emus in Australia so I can easily distinguish. My friend has a lot of them too." The two finally got home, and Ella asked Anne's planned while flights are not still open. Anne responded she doesn't want to think of going back at this time, and enjoy her stay in the Philippines.

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