On a quiet branch of a lonely tree
a sparrow and her mate
rested in the afternoon light.
Down the bushes
A man was walking slowly.
The sparrow whispered in fear,
“Let us fly… let us go,
before sorrow finds us here.”
The male bird shook his head.


“No…
He is a human.
Not a wolf,
not a lion,
not a hunter of the wild.”
“We fear the beasts of claw and fang,
because their anger shows…
Their danger grows.”
“But humans,”
He said softly,
“humans are gentle… or so it goes.”


Before his words could fully fall,
The man straightened the bow
behind his back...
a hidden fang,
striking the trust
The little bird once believed would hang.


The arrow flashed through the silent air,
a sudden line of death.
And the little bird
fell from the branch…
from sky to earth,
from breath to no breath.
.............

The sparrow carried her grief
to the king’s great hall.
Her fragile voice
echoed along the walls.
“He killed my mate
with silent deceit.”


The king looked at the man.
“Did you take the bird’s life?”
“Yes,” the man replied, calm and cold,
“I did what I did.
The truth is told.”


The king then turned to the trembling bird.
“What punishment do you seek?”
The sparrow answered quietly,
“Give him the fate
his arrow chose.
We thought he was human…
not a beast
that hunts and goes.”
...........

Animals are honest.
When a lion appears
everyone knows
what stands before their eyes.


When a cheetah runs
fear runs with it.


But a human arrives
dressed in gentle cloth,
soft words
and polished voice.
And when a human
becomes a wolf…
No one notices the change.
..............

A lion kills the body
with a single strike.
But a human
sometimes wounds the soul.
The flesh may heal.
The scars may close.
But the soul remembers
What no one knows.
Some wounds sleep
until the final breath.
..............

If humans themselves
cannot recognize humans,
How will a fragile sparrow
Ever learn the truth?

On that man’s face
Many colors lived.
Silent…he seemed one man.
When he spoke
He was another.

A few steps later
He became someone else.

You may walk beside him for years
and still never know
who he truly was.
.................

And one day
The human forgets everything.
He becomes
like an abandoned mansion…
Empty halls,
faded walls,
A hollow place
where echoes remain,
But humanity
never returns again.

The problem is not that people think.
The problem is that when they think…
They wander too far inside their own shadows.
And that is when tragedy quietly begins.



Because when they think,
They build a world that revolves only around themselves...
Their fears,
Their tears,
Their silent, fragile years.



Then comes a darker tragedy…
When they dare to look within,
Hoping to find clarity…
Instead, they find echoes, faint and thin.



Echoes of doubt.
Echoes of emptiness.
Echoes that scream in the dark,
Whispering secrets they never dared to mark.



And suddenly, they panic.
Because what stares at them from inside
Is not a strength…
But hollow shadows,
And horrors they cannot hide.
So they retreat...
Back to noise...
Back to distraction...
Back to the comfort of conceit.



And thus, the circle closes
Round and round it spins,
The mind’s trap tightens,
Where thinking begins… and fear never ends.



Yes, this is the Circle of the Mind.
A trap, invisible… yet suffocating.
But there is one escape.
Shift your gaze.
Think for others…
Yes for others
It may not end their pain,
But it cracks the walls of fear and gain.



A spark of light…
Where shadows hide,
Clarity wakes…
Purpose collides.



Your thoughts… your acts…
Begin to shine,
And the darkness bends…
As the circle unwinds.



Because when the heart expands,
The circle bends…
And the mind is free to ascend.

Can a person bury himself?
Yes.
Absolutely.
This is not a cinematic scene.
The sky does not crack,
the earth does not quake.
It only requires ending
the lease of a rented room
I had been living in such room.
Not one…
But many like a doom.



Rooms built of other people’s opinions.
Walls painted with their approval.
Windows opening only to their view.



Every day
I paid the rent of my dignity
in explanations,
in justifications,
in apologies.



I was taught
that being liked is survival.
That rejection is arrival
So I kept knocking
on doors where my name
was never written.
But only blame



I built bridges 
toward shores
that never intended to let me in.
I defended myself
in courtrooms
where the verdict had already been given.



The flaw was never my effort.
The land was never mine.
I was living in the wrong place,
calling borrowed space
my safe space.



Then one night
the room began to suffocate me.
The walls leaned closer.
The windows refused air.
And I decided…
No more proving.
No more pleading.
No more bleeding for acceptance.



Inside myself,
I dug a grave.
Silent & Deep.
But this time…
it was mine to keep.



I laid inside it
the version of me
who always bent,
always begged,
always made himself small
so other egos could stand tall.



I covered him with dirt
and for the first time
after burying myself,
I stood upright.



Now I had an address.
I was the owner of this narrow darkness,
the landlord of my own stillness.
No sign on the wall read…
“Please approve me.”
Yes, it was a grave
but it was personal.
No landlord.
No notice.
No conditions.
It was tight
but it was right.



In that darkness
my worth was no longer
in someone else’s pocket.
It rested
inside my chest.



It was not my existence
that entered the grave
it was my dependence.



I was not dying.
I was withdrawing
from the addiction of belonging.



Before, I was reaction.
Now, I am observation.
Before, I was a request.
Now, I am a verdict.
Before, I waited at doors.
Now, I stand within my borders.
And when a person
steps out of other people’s ownership
into the ownership of his silence



He is not buried.
He is reborn
in the dark he chose,
in the grave he owns.
That night
I was buried
but I did not die.
I came alive.

We lay down to sleep,
A cruel sound to steal our peace,
An alarm lurks by our side.
Ticking, whispering through the night,
Yet still we lie, blind to its might.




In the dark of night,
We cast our fragile faith
on the alarm’s grim face,
Counting on its hollow ring
Who truly gives...us another spring. 
to drag us from the endless night.




We trust the clock
to pierce the dark and wake us in time,
Yet it is God
who lifts us gently, making our morning shine...



Strange, isn’t it…
We jolt to the alarm’s scream,
Forgetting God
who lets us breathe another dream…
Yeah…



The alarm’s off button is pressed,
Yet not by our hand alone.
By unseen will, our fingers move,
And the clock obeys its tone.



And once we stand to ask, 
with breathing again, 
returned to a world
of shadows of tasks,
to office, to bosses
to names, to needs…
And slowly, we forget
the One
who called us from the endless deep.



Instead of thanks to God,
We fear a shadow's glance,
The weight that bends our pace,
Blind to mercy,
We lose sight of His grace,
With a trap of a maze,
And walk the darkened halls of chance…

Mmm
Love is a hidden, sacred flame,
It sets the trembling soul to aim,
Everyone feels love’s silent claim.,
But no one knows what is this game?
Mmm
Everyone feels love’s silent claim,
But no one knows what is this game?
What is this game?
Game…



Love deeply, but know this too,
It brings strange side effects to you,
Sleepless nights will follow through,
And dementia-like troubles in you
Mmm



If someone settles in your heart,
Heartache troubles may start.
Dreams may fade, and tears depart,
Restless nights will play their part.



If you roam streets to find someone,
Madness may creep when day is done.
If someone calls your name, with fun,
Even your ears may fail to hear fun.



When you feel a touch in dreams,
Your body may burn with steam,
You may drink plenty water of streams,
Then a stomach problem arises betwee..n




You’ll lose yourself in thoughts galore,
People may call you mad or more...
Your heart will battle, rich in store,
Love’s side effects will shake your core….mm…



All other people will seem so wrong,
The shadow of a storm grows strong.
Your heart will sing a sorrow song,
And love’s side effects will linger long.
Mmm



No hunger, no thirst these days,
Your body weakens in silent ways.
Your mind will wander in a hazy maze,
Love’s side effects will haunt your gaze….



Your eyes crave your beloved face,
You search for them in every place.
Then everyone calls you a crazy case,
Love’s side effects leave a heavy trAAAce.



You never heard a song before,
Now you hear it more and more.
You had never penned a single lore,
Now you may write poetry even more..



Love is free from all these pains,
It sees both losses and all gains.
It grows onward, breaks the chains,
Yet its side effects still bring strains...
Mmm



I have crossed this river of flames,
Endured a few of love’s harsh games.
Yet I never bowed, nor fell in shame
For I already know love’s true aims.
Mmm



These side effects of love for me
Have turned to blessings, like a sea.
Within them, I discover who I’ll be,
A poet of love awakens inside of me.ee..



Love affects the world, all of time,
What love truly is, no one can define.
It spreads a sickness, ancient, prime,
And plants its secrets like a rhyme..m..m



So, like me, you too should be,
Love and love truly, endlessly.
Whether you win or lose, let it be,
A poet you’ll become, I guarantee.ee…e.
Mmm
Everyone feels love’s silent claim,
But no one knows what is this game?
What is this game…?
Game..

In a quiet village
where dust settled early
and hopes rose late,
There lived a poor farmer
and his tireless mate.


Each morning, with a feeling warm
She churned milk with patience,
hands moving in slow circles,
until butter was born.
She shaped it into smooth rounds,
perfect to the eye,
one kilo each…
and dreams that reached the sky.


The farmer carried those rounds to the city,
to a shop of numbers, calm and steady,
He traded butter for sugar and salt,
for tomorrow’s meals…
and nights lived without fault.


One day, doubt knocked on the shopkeeper’s mind.  
Suspicion had weight,  
Yet felt unaligned.


He measured the butter himself.
Again.
And again.
Nine hundred grams,
every time.
Light.
Short.
A quiet theft, he thought.
Anger rose like steam,
thick and hot.


When the farmer returned,
The door stayed half-closed.
“No more trade,”
The shopkeeper said.
“You cheat me.
You sell me less,
Yet call it whole instead.”
The farmer lowered his eyes.
Silence stood between them,
heavy as truth.


Then, softly, he spoke…
“Sir, forgive us.
We own no scale at home.
And that’s true
We weigh our butter
With the sugar you sell us.
Whatever weight you gave…
that very same weight,
I returned to you.”


The shop went still!
Even the scale seemed ashamed.
Because measure travel in a circle.
This is the silent law of measurement...
What you give
Comes back.
And remember…
The scale you use on others today
will one day
decide
your own weight, in fact…
So, measurement never forgets.
 

Mmm
Let's go somewhere far, 
let's go far away
mmm
Let's go somewhere far, 
let's go far away...
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
let's go far..
far away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch, us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M m m...aa



No walls stand between you and me
Where the sky above, and only trees
All night we awake, with all free
Lost in each other’s gentle breeze
Moonlight whispers our name
In your arms, I feel only tame
let's go far...
far away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M m m...




There is no sorrow, no grief there
Where the air is gentle and fair
Where love whispers in the air
Love spread its smell with all care
Where the waterfalls softly flow
Even the birds sing with us slow
let's go far...
far away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M m m...m.o




Let's build our home there, bright
Decorate it with pure love’s light
Let's walk in moonlight, clear
Where the stars also walk near
When I see the moon in the river
I hold you close, my heart shivers
You run away from me in shame
And I chase you, calling your name
M m m
M m m...aa
Let's build our home there, bright
Decorate it with pure love’s light
Let's walk in moonlight, clear
Where the stars also walk near
When I see the moon in the river
I hold you close, my heart shivers
You run away from me in shame
And I chase you, calling your name...
Name
your name
mmm
let's go far, 
far away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M m m
Yes, far away
Very far away

Mm
Let's go somewhere far, 
let's go far away
Mm
Let's go somewhere far, 
let's go far away...
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
let's go far...away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away...
M...m...m...



No walls stand between you and me
Where the sky above, and only trees
All night we awake, with all free
Lost in each other’s gentle breeze
Moonlight whispers our name
In your arms, I feel only tame
let's go far...away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M m m




There is no sorrow, no grief there
Where the air is gentle and fair
Where love whispers in the air
Love spread its smell with all care
Where the waterfalls softly flow
Even the birds sing with us slow
let's go far...away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M...m...m...




Let's build our home there, bright
Decorate it with pure love’s light
Let's walk in moonlight, clear
Where the stars also walk near
When I see the moon in the river
I hold you close, my heart shivers
You run away from me in shame
And I chase you, calling your name
M m m
Let's build our home there, bright
Decorate it with pure love’s light
Let's walk in moonlight, clear
Where the stars also walk near
When I see the moon in the river
I hold you close, my heart shivers
You run away from me in shame
And I chase you, calling your name
Name…
your name
Mmm
let's go far...away
Let's go somewhere far away
Where no one is watch us
Where no one can stop us
Let's go far away
M m m
Yes, far away
Very far away
M m m

Yesterday, I returned home from the office and saw my wife’s shopping list published on WhatsApp. The in-laws were visiting as usual when I reached home. I handed the shopping bags to my wife and greeted the guests warmly before heading to shower. The icy cold water hit me as soon as I turned the tap, and I stepped back briefly. When the hot water arrived, a wave of relief washed over me.


After freshening up, I saw my wife signaling me from the kitchen. She glared at me and snapped, “You forgot to bring the sugar…” I apologized, wondering if I had truly missed it or if she meant it as a subtle rebuke. My heart raced as I dried my hair, then I joined the guests. She served them with complete devotion, while I settled among them, feeling the lingering sting of her bitter words.


I joined the guests in conversation to avoid upsetting the in-laws. The discussion quickly stretched across endless topics in our culture. We started with the weather, then moved to politics, and suddenly to health issues. One gentleman said, “Brother, these days every other person suffers from sugar.” Another immediately added, “Processed food causes sugar; people fall ill eating sugar-laden items.” A third shared, “I drink bitter gourd juice daily, and it keeps my sugar in check.” I smirked and said, if bitter things control sugar, what about a bitter-speaking wife at home? How could a husband survive sugar problems with a constantly bitter wife? Everyone laughed loudly, enjoying my comment about sugar and daily life.


I sat there, smiling at everyone, secretly amused by their sarcastic remarks, and began weaving my article in my mind. I thought to myself, these people talk as if sugar is a completely new invention. A thought nudged me… sugar sounds sweet, yet in reality, it feels bitter. The guests discussed bitter remedies like bitter gourd juice, fenugreek seeds, and neem leaves. I wondered if bitterness only reduces sugar or also steals sweetness from the soul. Listening closely, sugar felt like a global conspiracy, hidden in bitter remedies only.


It was time to see the guests off, so I bid everyone goodbye politely. I took a cup of tea and settled at my computer desk. I had already sketched the outline of my article in my mind.


As soon as I switched on the computer, I shot my question straight to Grok. Grok always waits, ready to answer any question I type quickly. I typed…


I asked, “Is sugar the greatest disease in the world?” Grok replied immediately. It said, “No, heart disease is greatest, then comes anxiety, and sugar third.” Hearing this, I felt a twinge of regret and disbelief. Heart disease has always existed, yet people now treat sugar as their enemy.


I thought, no, in my article, I must make sugar number one at least. I asked, “If heart disease and anxiety result from sugar, too?” Grok said, “Yes, you are right, but sugar remains in third place.”


I insisted and asked another question, “Is sugar the fastest-spreading disease today?” Grok replied, “Yes, in speed, sugar truly ranks number one.” Hearing this, I felt a little smile on my lips that the foundation of my article was firmly set. Grok gave me the good news that sugar could claim the top spot.


I remembered my guests…one called bitter gourd a natural insulin for sugar. Another spoke, “Soak fenugreek seeds at night, drink in the morning, sugar drops.” The third revealed neem leaves, “It cures every disease, sugar is nothing.” I realized how much bitterness hides deep within sugar itself.


I asked Grok further, “Do these bitter things really help?” Grok said, “Yes, bitter gourd, fenugreek, cinnamon, and black seed help balance blood sugar.” Bitter gourd contains a compound that works like insulin, and fenugreek prevents sugar absorption. Neem leaves act as anti-inflammatory but none of these replace proper medicine. Consulting a doctor remains essential.


Hearing this, I paused and thought, wow, science supports these bitter remedies. Then a question arose…why do people speak bitterly nowadays? Could eating these bitter remedies have made them behave this way?


Thinking this, a faint smile appeared on my lips. Sugar as a disease remains only a symptom of life. The real ailment is the lack of sweetness in our daily lives. In childhood, sugar only meant the sugar we stirred into tea. Now, sugar means diabetes, which makes life bitter and harsh.


Isn’t this nature’s cruel joke? To live sweetly, we must consume some bitterness. Bitterness spreads in society everywhere. In traffic, people hurl bitter words at each other. In offices, bosses speak bitterly to employees. At home, bitterness arises over even the smallest things.


I asked Grok, “Does sugar make people bitter in temperament?” It laughed and replied, “No, sugar affects the body, not the mind’s temperament directly.” It explained, “Bitterness arises from stress, anger, and negative thinking.”
Grok added, “When a person with sugar sees others freely enjoying food, stress increases.” I understood how sugar connects to mood indirectly through social situations and stress.


I already sensed the answer because these two things connect closely. People eat bitter foods to control sugar, and their mood turns bitter. When they speak bitterly, others respond in kind, following Newton’s law…every action reacts. This reaction becomes a chain in society. Eating sweet foods should make a person sweet, yet people speak bitterly. As a result, society ends up swallowing a collective bitter pill.


Millions of people live with diabetes worldwide today. According to the 2025 report by the International Diabetes Federation, nearly 589 million adults aged 20-79 have diabetes, about one in every nine adults. Among them, roughly 252 million people do not know their condition, increasing their health risks. Every year, diabetes causes over 3.4 million deaths globally. The numbers show that diabetes is rising rapidly, especially in low and middle-income countries. If trends continue, by 2050, the number could reach 853 million.


Here, our remedies remain traditional. Grandma said, “Child, chew neem leaves if you have sugar,” or “Drink fenugreek water.” Science supports some remedies, but they are not complete cures. Life needs balance, yet we fail to practice it. We consume sweet foods on one hand, and bitter remedies on the other.


Here’s a new way to fight sugar…stop eating bitter things and reduce weight. Follow your doctor’s instructions carefully. Give time to your loved ones and others around you. Speak kindly, speak less, eat less sweetness, or remain silent if necessary.


Let me share another secret with you…diabetes is not caused only by eating sugar. Anger, tension, and anxiety can also trigger it. That’s why it’s crucial to protect your life from these habits. If you don’t, diabetes can fully take over your body, making you start speaking bitter words uncontrollably. This is the harsh reality of sugar. After that, diabetes can lead to heart disease, kidney problems, weak eyesight, overall weakness, appetite disorders, and a bitter taste in the mouth. All of this is part of the chain of complications caused by diabetes.


So, when you invite guests next time, think about the words you speak as much as the sugar you serve. If we constantly speak bitterly, those words never leave anyone, and even the sweetest food tastes bitter in their echo. Sweet sugar can make life sweet, but diabetes reminds us that too much sweetness can turn into disease. Life appears sweet, yet hides a very bitter reality for all, especially when our own words carry that bitterness. Enjoy your real sweet life.

Hmmm
I'm thinking of someone again
Then I forget her again
Forgetting her, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all, 
Forgetting her, I forget me all, 
In slowly walk, I forget me all.. 
Forgetting her, I forget me all, 
I slowly walk
Mm,
I forget me all



Someone love whispers in my ear,
And the voice of one of my dear
I listen to that single talk
Between that talk, I forget it all.
Forgetting her, I forget me all, 
Mmm



Someone once made me believe...  
It would never make me grieve  
I remember her lovely floak,
Ho o
Someone once made me believe  
It would never make me grieve  
I remember her lovely floak,
And forget her all.
Forgetting her, I forget me all, 
mm



I was sad back then, lost and low,
I’m still sad…that’s all I know.
I hide it from everyone and mock
In mock, and forget it all
Forgetting all, I forget me all, 
Mm



Some were lit, and they walked away
They burned some, and loudly say
I burn myself the most of all…
Burning all, I forget it all.
Forgetting them, I forget me all, 
Forgetting them, I slowly walk..
In slowly walk, I forget me all,  
Mmm 



No one truly knows me here,
No care, no one is my dear,
I am seeing the time on the clock,
Seeing the clock, I forget them all.
Forgetting them, I forget me all, 
Mmm 



My wounds healed, and I walk alone
They were soft, the past is gone
Awaiting the new one of rock
Getting wounds of rock, I forget them all..
Forgetting them, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all… 
I'm thinking of someone again
Then I forget her again
Forgetting all, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all,  
Forgetting all, I forget me all, 
I slowly walk
ho
I forget me all,
Mm 

Hmmm
I'm thinking of someone again
Then I forget him again
Forgetting him, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all, 
Forgetting him, I forget me all, 
In slowly walk, I forget me all, 
Forgetting him, I forget me all, 
I slowly walk
Mmmm,
I forget me all



Someone love whispers in my ear,
And the voice of one of my dear
I listen to that single talk
Between that talk, I forget it all.
Forgetting him, I forget me all, 
mmm



Someone once made me believe  
It would never make me grieve  
I remember his lovely floak,
Ho
Someone once made me believe  
It would never make me grieve  
I remember his lovely floak,
And forget him all.
Forgetting him, I forget me all, 
mmm




I was sad back then, lost and low,
I’m still sad…that’s all I know.
I hide it from everyone and mock
In mock, and forget it all
Forgetting all, I forget me all, 
Mmmm…




Some were lit, and they walked away
They burned some, and loudly say
I burn myself the most of all…
Burning all, I forget it all.
Forgetting them, I forget me all, 
Forgetting them, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all,  
Mmmm… 



No one truly knows me here,
No care, no one is my dear,
I am seeing the time on the clock,
Seeing the clock, I forget them all.
Forgetting them, I forget me all, 
Mmm mm



My wounds healed, and I walk alone
They were soft, the past is gone
Awaiting the new one of rock
Getting wounds of rock, I forget them all.
Forgetting them, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all,  
I'm thinking of someone again
Then I forget him again
Forgetting all, I slowly walk
In slowly walk, I forget me all,  
Forgetting all, I forget me all, 
I slowly walk
ho
I forget me all,
Mm 

Today, I bring to you a truly unique idea about life’s constructions and the possibility of a second birth. In the modern world, everyone appears troubled, weighed down, and exhausted…many struggle to understand why they feel so drained or fail to construct clarity about their own fatigue. What you call “tiredness” is not genuine exhaustion; it is the heavy construction of burdens you have been carrying. This very weight, this constant construction of responsibilities, is what makes you feel worn out. Recognizing this construction opens the door to a rebirth, a chance to reconstruct your life, your energy, and your perspective, as if being born anew.


Now, what is this weight? It is the weight of countless unnecessary things we have carried within our bodies. Mistakenly, we call it fatigue, committing a serious error. This mistake deepens when we continue to pile more weight upon it. The weight consists of the remnants of responsibilities we never fully chose, the burden of expectations silently absorbed, the heaviness of moments repeatedly endured, and the weight of comparisons never questioned. As this weight accumulates, it presses upon the chest, casts shadows over the mind, and slows the pulse. Yet it has no shape, no mark, no clear origin. Often hidden from others, it remains equally invisible to ourselves. Recognizing this hidden construction of burdens is the first step toward a second birth, a chance to reconstruct not only our lives but also our perception of energy, purpose, and freedom.


Now, let me explain why this weight is not so visible. I am going to make it easier to understand. All the weight you carry is not truly within your body; it resides in your mind. That is why the weight is invisible to the eye, yet it is always felt. The question naturally arises: how can you be free from it? How can you release this mental burden? Let me guide you, showing the steps to deconstruct this invisible weight and pave the way toward a second birth, a chance to reconstruct your mind, your life, and your energy.


God created you once; now, create yourself. How is this possible? Stand before a mirror and consciously construct the person you see reflected there. That reflection is your second birth. Each time you stood before the mirror, it showed you the right path, offering silent guidance, yet its truth was never fully accepted. Now, a solution stands clear. Give yourself a new birth by reconstructing the person in the mirror. Create that mirrored self. When the one in the mirror takes a new birth and steps beyond the glass, that moment becomes your rebirth. At that point, the old self dissolves, and the mirrored self is finally free. That liberated reflection becomes the true human being you are. Freedom given to that constructed self becomes freedom for you as well. Happiness follows naturally, because through this second birth, you are no longer confined; you are free.


One more thing to understand: true freedom does not come from force or pressure. It emerges when we recognize what we carry, accept it, and gently reconstruct it. Depth matters more than speed, presence matters more than performance, and inner alignment matters more than external approval. Only then can we move forward freely, lighter, and unburdened. When you are reborn, act like a newborn child taking milk from a feeder, purely, naturally, without overthinking. Forget all the grand philosophical ideas, because the newly born child knows nothing; simply exist as they do. The weight that once felt unbearable will no longer exist, for a newborn cannot carry burdens. In this way, your second birth reconstructs not only your mind but also your entire sense of being, freeing you completely from the invisible weight you once carried.


Let me make the idea of a second birth easier for you. The second birth is not of the body but of consciousness, the moment when one opens their eyes and realizes that life is not about possessing but about truly recognizing. In the first birth, we have everything, yet we lack awareness. Health is ours, yet gratitude eludes us. Relationships exist, yet we fail to value them. Peace is near, yet our gaze is fixed on wealth. In that first birth, we reach for whatever glitters…money, comfort, travel, and fame, and what we already possess seems ordinary. This disregard slowly empties us from within, and those unacknowledged voids gather as weight in our subconscious. Now, when you have taken the second birth, your subconscious is empty because it bears no weight at all.


The second birth occurs when life takes back what it had once given us, revealing that we never truly held on to these gifts. Wealth may arrive, yet health does not accompany it. Comfort may come, yet inner peace remains absent. People may surround us, yet no one truly belongs. A face appears in the mirror, yet life is missing from it. Only then does a person realize what the real loss was. It was never the things that left; it was the blessings: the ease of each breath, the carefree moments, the companion who walked alongside, the simple joys freely given. In this revelation, consciousness awakens, and the door to the second birth opens, guiding us to reconstruct life with awareness and gratitude.


In the second birth, our role transforms. We are no longer mere spectators; we become learners, just like a small child drinking milk. Gradually, the fog begins to lift before our eyes. We understand that the paths that once seemed ordinary were, in fact, the true destinations. Peace was never outside; it had always resided within us. Had this realization come during the first birth, a second birth might not have been necessary. Yet, for those who carry the weight and declare they are tired, the message is clear: change yourself today. Take your second birth; it is not far away. Step in front of the mirror, and witness how your rebirth arrives like light. Then, life is lived fully, awakened and aware, and that is true success. In my view, this is simple and natural. What do you say?

Let’s do one thing
Close the old chapters and let them go.
Let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon.
Let’s walk beyond the moon…
Let’s walk beyond the moon…
Let’s walk beyond the moon..
hmmm


Let’s erase all grudges deep,
Wipe out hatred, hearts to keep,
Let kindness in our spirits leap,
And let our souls their calmness reap.
Where wishes float and never swoon.
Let’s walk beyond the moon…


Where all hearts are sincere…
Where no soul knows fear,
A town of love we hold dear,
Beyond galaxies, love clear.
Under the gentle tune of the moon.
Let’s walk beyond the moon…..

Repeat...

Where sorrows are not deep,
Where we all share sweet peace,
Meeting only kindred souls,
Let’s walk beyond our dreams.
Into the midnight chrome
Let’s walk beyond the moon…
hmmm


Unseen in time, untold in tales,
We begin this January, hearts sail,
Come, let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beyond dreams, beyond the skies,
Beyond galaxies where love lies.
Where hearts croon, always croon.
Come, let’s walk beyond the moon,
mmm
Let’s do one thing…ee
Let’s do one thing
Close the old chapters and let them go.
Let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon...
Let’s walk beyond the moon…
Let’s walk beyond the moon..
Moon, ho 
Let’s walk beyond the moon…
ho..
Let’s walk beyond the moon,
Hmmm mm 

Hm hmm hmm 
As the New Year arrived,
Let’s keep our hearts aligned.
Let’s do one thing,
Let’s make one thing right 
Shut the old doors of spite
Let’s do one thing
Oh, let’s do one thing
And let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon.
Let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon.
Mmm mm  


Let’s erase all grudges deep,
Delete the hatred, hearts to keep,
Let help to our souls leap,
And let our soul tender sleep.
Walk where wishes never swoon.
Let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon...
mmm 


Where all hearts are sincere,
Where no soul knows fear,
A town of love we hold dear,
Beyond galaxies, love clear.
Under the soft tune of moon…
Let’s walk beyond the moon
Beneath the silver lagoon…
hmmm


Where sorrows are not deep,
Where we all share our peace,
Where peacocks dance in ease,
Where the birds live in peace
Where soft winds blow with ease
Where souls are truly pleased,
Under the midnight of chrome
Where all the hearts are bloom
Let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon.
mm  mm mm 


As the New Year arrived,
Let’s keep our hearts aligned.
Let’s do one thing…
Let’s make one thing right 
Shut the old doors of spite
Let’s do one thing
Oh, let’s do one thing
And let’s walk beyond the moon,
Beneath the silver lagoon.
mmm m   

Hmmm..hmm..hm
You are like a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
You are like a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
You are part of flowers' bright
I hide a storm within my sight
When you came into my life
I became a poet of life
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…
You are the star of the night  
Dearer to me than my life  
If you don't come, I will die  
I long for you all through  
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew…
You are the true…ho
 


I wish to write you a night
A night as soft as moonlight
You are the peace of my fright
I wish to write you a book white
The book white is a lovely clue
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…ho



Black hair makes angels queue
Your lips made of heaven’s glue
If I don’t see you in the day
I search for you all my way
Searching for you, my world turns blue
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…ho
When my lips touch your lips…ah
One soft breath, short, it grips..mmm
Time had stopped just for me
My soul wanted my body slip
I swear, no one is like you
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…ho
 

Hmm..Hmmm..
You are like a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
When you came into my life
I became a poet of life
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew…
I wish to write you a night
A night as soft as moonlight
You are the peace of my fright
I wish to write you a book white
The book white is a lovely clue
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
Ohho  mmmm
You are the true…ho

Hmmm..hmm..hm
You are like a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
You are like a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
You are part of flowers' bright
I hide a storm within my sight
When you came into my life
I became a poet of life…oh
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…oh
You are the star of the night  
Dearer to me than my life  
If you don't come, I will die  
I long for you all through  
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…ho
 

I wish to write you a night
A night as soft as moonlight
You are the peace of my fright
I wish to write you a book white
The book white is a lovely clue
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…….


Black hair makes angels queue
Your lips made of heaven’s glue
If I don’t see you in the day
I search for you all my way
Searching for you, my world turns blue
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true……
When my lips touch your lips…ahmm
One soft breath, short, it grips..mmm
Time had stopped just for me
My soul wanted my body slip
I swear, no one is like you
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
You are the true…hooo
 

You are like a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
When you came into my life
I became a poet of life
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew…
I wish to write you a night
A night as soft as moonlight
You are the peace of my fright
I wish to write you a book white
The book white is a lovely clue
When I see you, a poetic view
I found you a morning dew
All else lies, but you are true
Oh mm
You are the true…ho

The hardest task in a person’s life is truly understanding another person’s pain. Every individual carries a world within himself or herself that no one else can fully reach. This world contains memories, fears, wounds, and voices that outsiders can never hear. Consequently, when two people stand troubled at the same moment, both believe their own pain is more real, heavier, and truthful. Both speak the truth, yet each doubts the other’s reality. This is the essence of human contradiction. 


When a person suffers, their mind knows only one truth, the burden of their own heart. They feel it moment by moment, and their thoughts revolve entirely around it. This pain seeps into every breath they take, shaping their perception constantly. However, another person cannot grasp this suffering with the same intensity. They hear it merely as a statement; they perceive it only as a sentence. Such distance creates misunderstandings naturally. A person considers their own pain completely true, while seeing others’ pain as partial truth or mere emotional exaggeration. 


Another major truth is that a person never judges others with an empty mind. Their decisions always connect to past experiences deeply. If they were betrayed before, trusting again becomes almost impossible. If someone once displayed false distress, the mind assumes the same behavior in others. Consequently, present truths get buried under past experiences heavily. Some people, driven by this fear, refuse to acknowledge others’ pain. In this refusal, fear outweighs truth significantly. 


Another reason is that no matter how close two people are, one cannot fully reach the depth of the other’s heart. Tears are visible, but their weight is invisible. Distress is audible, yet its darkness remains unseen. Each person fights their own battles, and no one can fully hear the silent cries of another heart. Therefore, people often say, “I am truly troubled, not the other.” Both view life through their own heart’s light, which makes their own pain feel more real.


Trust builds only when a person steps out of their own shell and sincerely listens to another’s state. However, once trust breaks, relationships start feeling hollow from within. Being forced to prove the truth repeatedly wears the heart down. Constantly seeking confirmation for their pain makes their existence feel weightless. Every time you fail to make someone understand your suffering, your heart steps one step back from that relationship.


A connection lasts only as long as both hearts hold equal attraction. If one side makes an effort while the other doubts, the relationship becomes a burden. Staying in such a bond equals losing oneself completely. People create distance when they feel their truth holds no value anymore. This decision may be bitter, yet it is not wrong. Mental peace always matters more than any relationship.


Before choosing complete silence, one must first have a conversation. It must be honest, clear, and free from emotional noise. Not to save the relationship, but to make the decision clear. Sometimes the issue is not mistrust, but merely a misunderstanding. If doubt persists even after the conversation, creating distance becomes the better choice. This preserves both self-respect and mental protection.


The greatest truth of human relationships is that we see our own battles as the hardest and others’ as minor. We feel our pain like a scream, yet perceive others’ pain as a whisper. The reality, however, is that every person carries a heavy silence within. This silence remains invisible to the world. When no one understands it, the heart surely breaks, yet it must remain loyal to itself.


Doubt in your truth doesn’t make someone your enemy; it reflects a human flaw, the inability to truly value another’s heart. Yet you have the right to free your soul from any relationship that weakens your reality. People maintain only those connections that preserve their inner peace. All other relationships slowly fade into mist.


The greatest wisdom in life is learning to trust another’s pain. Every heart hides a life, and every life carries pains invisible to others. If someone cannot acknowledge your suffering, it is not your fault. It is merely the veil over their perception. Your heart’s light remains safe only when you shield it from the dust of doubtful relationships.
Thanks for reading.

I like oranges, once I bellowed
They gave me lemons, yellow
Yellow colors of hollers
The hollers of all the colors.
Hooo…colors
 


I was seeking a simple wish, 
But I found a shadow of bliss
The bliss that wants a wish
A wish with all colors…ho



You're flowing with my emotion
Emotion without devotion
Come to me with devotion
See my emotions with colors
Colors…



The dumb signs are blind signs,
Those signs are within mine
Another big trouble is that
Those Signs are within colors…hm



Faces and hearts seven shades,
All shades have separate blades...
A secret is revealed to me  
Sharpness of blades has colors… 
The colors…the colors…



Sad eyes, smile on the lips
But the lips have tightened their grips.
Smiles are yearning in that grips
And the grips are in colors



I never saw a glimpse of him, 
Was he in me, or am I in him? 
When I looked back to him
He had all of my colors...ho…



The night’s color was black,
The black night was cracked
Those cracks were shattered there
There lots of colors in colors…



The mirror has never a color 
That mirror faded with duller
When I saw my face in mirror
I saw my face in colors



Let’s run away…here nothing’s left…
No… wait; you haven’t seen here yet.
You will see here….
More hollers within the colors………
I like oranges, once I bellowed
They gave me lemons, yellow
Yellow colors of hollers
The hollers of all the colors.
Wooo…colors
The colors 

All my life, I have been deceived…
by people, or perhaps by myself.
Yes, this is who I am.
Even when I know someone is lying,
and I know that the lie benefits them,
I still choose to believe it.
I deceive myself.


When I know I am investing my money somewhere,
helping someone else, while it will harm me…anywhere
even then,
I deceive myself.


When someone takes unfair advantage of my love,
and I am fully aware of it,
I still get carried away by that feeling above
I deceive myself.


I walk on unseen paths of the season,
I deceive myself.
Sometimes I laugh loudly, without reason,
I deceive myself.


I go to sleep without analyzing my day,
I deceive myself.
Yes, I often deceive myself.
But I do not deceive anyone else.


Listen…this often happens to people like me.
They accept deception,
but they never give it to others.
Because I know this truth…with myself!
the one who deceives believes he has cleverly achieved his goal,
but he does not realize how deeply he has harmed himself.
When trust is destroyed, everything collapses.
He thinks he has easily deceived someone, perhaps...
but he does not know that he has lost a good friend.
In the end,
he has deceived himself.

We are trapped in desires,
Chasing after them endlessly
And when they don’t come through the door,
We all say sorrowly,
“The grapes are sour.”



She wants a home,
He wants a new car,
One wants a great job,
Other wants a huge business.
To get even, they fight a war
When they don’t get more,
They say, “The grapes are sour.”



Everyone wants a perfect life,
A man wants a beautiful wife,
A woman struggles to find a worthy guy.
But when they don’t get in whole,
They say, “The grapes are sour.”



We pretend to be very clever
But we are 
NOT
The fox said so
But we can 
NOT
But sometimes when we try to be a 
FOX
Then we have to say this too Pour
“The grapes are sour.”



Once Rumi said….
When humans chase their goal,
They rise above angels, pure in soul.
But when they chase desires,
They become beasts, cruel and dour.
Thus, proven desires such as 
“The grapes are sour.”



Desires grow like 
This
And fall like 
Thus
But we should only keep desires
That in the end, we don’t have to scour,
“The grapes are sour.”

He had been almost empty-handed since this morning; he hadn’t earned anything significant today. He had only earned enough to have lunch and tea, and night was approaching. He was driving his taxi back and forth, but he couldn’t get any passengers. It was nighttime. The city streets were slowly emptying, and he was heading toward a well-known market, hoping he might get a passenger there. A taxi driver’s hands are always empty; whatever comes only for a short while, and then the hands are empty again.


He was driving his taxi through the streets, lost in the dazzling glow of neon signs, when he saw a woman waving and falling at the side of the road ahead. She had two small children with her. He increased the taxi’s speed and immediately reached her. He opened the taxi door and quickly stepped out, asking the children what had happened to her. The children were crying uncontrollably. What did the children know? One of them said, “We don’t know what happened to mom.” He said, “Let’s take her to the hospital.” After giving the children a little help, he laid the woman on the back seat of the taxi and placed the children in the front, then drove the taxi toward the hospital.


In the emergency room, the doctor examined the woman and, taking a deep breath, said, “She has a brain hemorrhage. If surgery is not done immediately, she may not survive, and the operation will require a significant amount of money because her treatment is expensive.” Hearing this, both children bent over their mother and began crying loudly. Robert’s eyes also trembled. Seeing his anxiety, the doctor asked, “What do you think about them?” Hesitating, Robert said, “Nothing at all. I just drive a taxi. I saw her fall on the street… these children were asking for help, so I brought them here.”


The doctor said helplessly, “The treatment must be done immediately; otherwise, there is nothing we can do.” Robert turned his pockets inside out with trembling hands, which were empty. Looking at him, the doctor said, “What now? You need money.”
Robert looked toward the sky for a moment… then it felt as if a star was shining. He took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the doctor.

“Doctor… this is my taxi’s registration. Keep it. I will arrange the money from somewhere by morning. Just save this woman’s life.”

The doctor took the vehicle papers from him. The woman was admitted, and the doctor said, “Arrange the money by morning. This woman doesn’t have much time. I have to perform her surgery at 10 a.m., so you must bring the money before that.” Nodding, Robert stepped out of the hospital.


In the morning, Robert returned with a man, breathing heavily.
“Doctor… I have sold my taxi. Please start the operation. Don’t worry about the money.”


A young man standing nearby asked in surprise, “Uncle… what is she to you?”
Tears gathered in Robert’s eyes.
“Nothing at all, son… but humanity is never a stranger. A taxi can come again; God provides livelihood. But if she dies, these two children will live their whole lives like orphans. What answer will I give to God?”


The young man addressed the doctor, “Doctor, please start the operation. I will give the money.”
Hearing this, the man who had come with Robert to pay for the taxi spoke to the young man, “Brother, the deal is already done; now you won’t give the money.” He handed all the money he was supposed to give Robert to the doctor instead and said, “Robert has gone mad. He didn’t tell me what was really happening. He just brought me here to give the vehicle papers. Only now, coming here, I understand why he was willing to sell his only means of livelihood at such a low price.”


Everyone present was looking at either the man or Robert in astonishment. Among all, the greatest surprise was visible on Robert’s own face. The man who had bought the taxi stepped forward, handing his card to the doctor, saying, “If more money is needed, just let me know.” Turning back, he hugged Robert, whose eyes were filled with tears. Robert began to cry uncontrollably.


“Oh God… I thought I would sacrifice my taxi to save a life… but you deprived me even of this good deed. You returned my taxi… and gave the reward to others.”
Tears kept flowing, yet there was a strange peace in his heart. Seeing Robert in this state, the doctor came closer and said, “Look, Robert, don’t be upset. See how beautifully God has accepted your good deed…your livelihood is intact, and you have been granted the full reward. Don’t think that you won’t get its reward; you are the first person deserving of it.”


Saying this, the doctor put the taxi papers back into Robert’s pocket and walked toward the operating theater. Exhausted, Robert went and sat on a chair in front, turning his hands over and over as if searching for something, wondering if, like last night, his hands were still empty today.