Toilets

Toilets seem to flush counter-clockwise in kuwait.
Wonder how they work in other parts of the world.

Curiosity

Curiosity got the better of us

We sought and we discovered

We listened and we saw

We toyed and we played

We quarreled we fought

We thought and we contemplated

For curiosity got the better of us

Redemption

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An alluring allusion the causerie was not.
Phantasmagoria built on pity it was.
An austere obdurate of capricious nature.
A poignant denouement of a quixotic utopia.
Forlorn, yet with a fixity to regenerate.
Like Antares radiant in its celestial return.
Emancipating solitary sentiments into oblivion.
Tergiversating from the raptures bygone.
Desensitized to all endearment for futurity.
Penance for former infatuation unsought.
Nor any blame for instigation sought.
Desire for amiable consonance redeemed.

Hate

What is hate but self-immolation,

Through the heart

Quite unlike a cupid’s arrow

Denial of the most precious of senses

Satisfying our lust for self-righteousness

Vilifying the puritan escapades

Implicating the innocence inside

Leaving the demons unchained

Our thoughts slip into repression

No going back, imprisoned

Sinner for life

Flower

A flower bloomed in the desert

Pink and full of life in an oasis

It didn’t thirst for much water

Nor felt blazed by the heat

Did it yearn for further shores?

It matters not

For it glistened in the desert

Perfection

To believe you have to believe
Don't assume you believe
Once you've known disbelief
Once you've seen disbelief
You know what you've believed
Believe it or not it is to be believed

Fear

Fear Allah because it is He whom has written our fate.
Fate is something that we are destined.
Destiny leads us down our path.
Pathways created by Him, yet only one we follow.
Follow the right path and avoid failure.
Failure is to be overcome by success.
Success is in finding that path.
Path that leads us to our destiny.
Destined to a certain fate.
Fate written by Him whom we fear.