


Times dictate the changing tendencies of humans and humanity
Mohamed Nawaz Haindaday 2024-04 (1)
And the changes percolate on to the creations of humans
And on to the results of (in)humanity
Life with its abundant beauty and mysteries
Goes by every day
Leaving behind moments to cherish and to remember
Some sweet, some bitter, some harsh
But moments left behind as memories
To cherish life as it was lived
Memories flash by, as life comes to an end
What could probably be on the mind of the man
Whose soul is slowly easing out from his body
Fear of the unknown, happiness to meet the Creator
Or…memories of the life lived…
He who passes away would only know the moment
As he passes away from here to the hereafter
Those who believe in retaining all that they earn unto themselves, forget that economics is a cyclical process, and, in the short sightedness of such a belief, end up destroying the chain that would ultimately direct what they spend on others, back to themselves as their own.
Mohamed Nawaz Haindaday
A mind in search of happiness
A happiness not sought of by the heart
The mind seems disconnected
From the beats of the heart!
I wonder then, what is it that I seek
The desires of the heart will last but not long, for happiness is momentary
The mind, that rules the body and thus the heart,
The happiness sought by the mind shall bring sanity, lasting longer them the happiness of the heart
I shall thus recalibrate
My heart with my mind
The gift of intellect over the failure of matters of the heart Have, over years that have gone by
Brought me to a point of conviction
That matters of heart are not meant to be
That mind matters over everything; sanity is reality
Rest all, is mere fallacy.
The Heartless Mind
O my thoughts go not astray
O my mind be not so gullible to be led astray
O my heart trust not those
Who lead me to separate
From the hearts of those
On whom the mind casts the darkness
Of the shadows brought upon by the weak mind
A moment’s mistake breaketh
What could be a togetherness in longevity
The gullibility strikes at fragility of relations akin to the strength of a thread
A thread that binds together, when broken loosens all that it would have held
A broken thread shreds all away
And when thou shall learn to live without the thought of there being a hand to help
Then shall life be happy and the mind free
For dependance deprives the man of the thought process that helps in achieving the tasks at hand singularly
And thus brings about despair when the hand that thee seek may not be there when sought to be held
Live as if there is no tomorrow
Walk as if thy hath no hand to hold
Remember, in death, thou hast to be alone, death does not take you in pairs