my consultant

The waves are patting the shores causing the air molecules to vibrate and produce what we call sound. The sound of the waves is like a whisper that tells me that “its okay, life moves on, don’t let go”. If you’re still guessing about the place, then you should know that I am talking about the beach, to be more precise I am talking about where the sea hits the land. Whenever I need to think or meditate I know that the sea is the power that charges my brain. The humidity does not matter, because my body is shut closed and my brain is on high power just thinking about almost everything that matter or affect me, even in the slightest way. The waves calm me down. It is my psychiatric that I can express my feelings without being afraid of him breaking the patient doctor privacy. And in top of that it’s for free and always available for consultation.

My view



My store



My Pleasure machine

Clear And Simple

Morning Buzz

Look in laptop

                                                                    My Wheels

What is Love

                           Energy
                  existent, non-existent
           never ending, changing, persevering
       energy is neiher created nor destroyed
                      energy is love






(The views expressed in this poem are the poem's own and do not necessarily reflect the blogger views)

3-line peom

Injustice eats flesh in a trash can

Dressed as a dirty worm

Injustice sucks the good out of life


Justice is an angel coming to the rescue
Wearing a clean white dress
Justice nurtures life

On the Other Hand

                               Love
                    hypocrisy, dangerous
              Backstabbing, lying, cheating
                          Love is Misery
                              Death





(The views expressed in this poem are the poem's own and do not necessarily reflect the blogger views)

Sense of Place

Each of us has his own special place, which he or she feels comfortable in. It is a place that a person feels just right in it. For me, that place is a restaurant that is famous for it chai tea. It is a popular place that is neither fancy nor beautiful. It just makes great food, and most importantly great chai. The restaurant is located in the town called Kalba. Kalba is a town the is on the eastern part of the UAE, it resides beside the Gulf of Oman. This town is right beside my homecity which is why I is convient to go by car.
         I remember myself going there all the time with my father just for that chai. We wouldn’t sit inside we would just use something similar to the American drive through.  What made this place special to me is not just the great chai but also the time spent with my old man. The conversation that happened while we drove there to have the chai and the time spent drinking it while driving beside the sea, was at the minimum relaxing, but most importantly it meant bonding with my father.

The truth is places are special to us not because of the place itself but rather of the people that accompany us to that special place.