A.D.K Qais

The handsome and fabulous hero starring in Harold Robin’s the adventure was playing polo. He came out of the field with a smile on his face, having displayed a very aggressive game. He told his father, ‘I play to win’. These four words looked very dashing in the movies. The males who saw it got a sense of motivation. The female wished for such a man as their life partner. But what intrigued me was the question, was it possible for a normal individual to always afford to play to win? The world impossible promptly emerged from my mind. It is a normal observation that two people in this world can have exactly the same amount of talent, intelligence, capacity to work, physique, drive and other human characteristics. Inequality is the law of nature. There are people who have high mental capacities but purposely or because of lack of ability stay away from sports and extra-curricular activities. Mediocre are always there. We also find people who are no good in any fi...

Rise! From your graves rise, You sleep while your land cries. Come get going, time is tight, Not many more left to fight. It won't change with tears shed, It doesn't matter what is said. These terrorist that have come to stay, They are the wolves, you are the prey. The soil with your blood is red, Hills and vales where martyrs bled, Yours is the most miserable of lives, Sons, Orphans, Widows, Your wives! Bodies everywhere and under the heap, Your cherished liberty laid a sleep. Your spirit is broken but in your heart, The fire lives on that can start. You on the long way back to freedom, To win again your land and freedom! So rise Peace Lovers, drive them away, And in your conviction never sway. Let’s swords of peace run red with the blood of terror, And purge the land as after a flood.

Sometimes lying in my room, I think about my little home, Nestled in a beautiful vale, Where always the lilies bloom!               The place where once you lived boys,               Comes a part of year sorrows and joy, I don't understand then why,      Nations lead this earth to doom. Why indulge in war boys? Using bombs and killer toys, Snatching life and human joys, Afflicting peace with bang and boom!    Let not fly the blood like steam, Although taboo, yet esteemed, Blood is precious can be used,  To make again the lilies bloom. Muster up and try to make, This world bright and fully awake, Like the vale in a stream's wake, Where always the lilies bloom!

Come to me when I am saddest, When all hope has vanished in the dust of gloom.                  Come when no light 's over the horizon, And all roses cease to bloom. Come when another dreary day raises its head, And unrewarding toils do loom.                       Come when faith is lost in beauty and truth, And the fate of hope is doom. Come when banality holds unimpending sway, And a hollow mirth no joy does groom.       Come Light a candle in my heart, For darkness leaves no room.

Veil of darkness rising after a whole night stay, Sun slept still in the womb of the day,                 Stars like jewels, that sparkled in the sky, Weary and tired, said good bye, Far out, all those meadows green, Waiting quietly for the golden sheen.              Heavy elms stood in the morning breeze,                 For years they know how long night cease. Sun dazzled the clouds with shimmering streaks, Showering gold over valleys steep.            Young crops in fields, all grown with care,     Fluttering, dancing along with the air, Each leaf, each petal had its share, In making the weather more gay, more fair. Pure and naive like a maidens heart,      C...

Do you remember the days? When youth was ours And the long hours Passed like a dream, It really did seem, That we could take, All hardship and make, The world a better place, Where joy and solace, By all were shared, And everyone cared, To help one in need, And to pay heed, To the cry of the poor, The oppressed who are, Shackled by the rich, In ways from which, They can't break away, Do what they may, But we hoped one day, They would get away, And at last be free, As were born to be. Do you remember? Its been a long time, Many a change of clime, In the life upon earth, To a new era gave birth, The rich got richer and more, The poor, remained poor. Then we were young, To our ideals we clung, We struggled, we fought, Armed with reason and thought, But failed to shake, The foundation and break, Old tradition and laws, Injustice without cause, But God willing one day, Our sons and daughters may, Pick up this fight, And let there be light...

The hand that taught me all I know, The hand that gave me all I owe,      The hand that soothed me as I cried,               The voice that steered me, was my guide, The eyes that looked and i would know, The eyes that whispered yes or no, The heart that was afraid for me,            The heart that loved me, prayed for me, Those hands, that voice, those eyes, that heart, Where shall I look, where shall I start,              Where will I find, where have they gone,                                                       ...

We moan the loss of what was past, We fail to savour whats passing fast, The shell we wear away must cast, Sunshine through clouds streams at last.                    Love like a fountain showering clearly, Tells a tale of secret barely,           Hold me fast and keep me dearly,                  And given faith comes back sincerely. Life is what we call desire, Free yourself and you'll admire, First born in a spring attire, Till with pain it does conspire.             Sow seeds of good deeds securely,        As you sow, shall reap it surely, Live I must so be it purely,         Let's go all, to faith hold dearly.

441 Square Meters,    Circular Road             Hell and Heaven/2     Date: 17.23-812+007 Dear Miss Middle term,            Hi! Yesterday I saw you among the circle of your friends. My only heart broken into 2.067 pieces approximately. The tangent at the point of contact of your cylindrical elbow with the square table upon which you were learning diagonally made an angle of about 30 degree.                 The curve of your eye brows, the eclipse of your ears and the velocity of your voice seem to have divided my senses from which the calculating articles have been removed like a common factor.            I am in great mathematical unrest since our eyes formed the extreme points of two parallel s...

There is so much serenity, harmony and peace in nature and man does not realize even to make an effort to look for this peace that surrounds him. The mere observation of such ignorance makes me more disappointed in mankind, or perhaps disillusion is the proper word. Maybe that it is the study of astronomy and related fields that has given me an idea about the true place of man in this universe. But I think this can happen with the study of any subject, if the subject is studied thoroughly. While the study of astronomy leads to an idea of the place of man in time and space, the study of other subjects leads to an idea of the place of man in relation to the knowledge present in the universe. Look at the life of man or even mankind in relation to the time and dimension we live in. The universe may have existed from eternity and may go on existing for eternity. And how long is the life of man?   Few calculated years. The observable universe extends for billions ...

"Am I really an unsocial animal”, Abraham was thinking. Diana his wife was angry with him and was saying that his profession had made him blind to all his social obligations and "even if he served humanity" she laughed mockingly, "he was doing it at the cost of his certain divine rights and duties". She didn't seem to be in a mood to stop. "See other doctors, they work less and enjoy themselves and their family lives. Who cares as much about the patients as you do? There are so many doctors and so many hospitals, they will get the treatment from somewhere else, but you, you are the inconsiderate guy who does not know what sincere sentiments are what passion is..........." He did not reply. He was not present there mentally. He was lost in his college days..... He remembered when he was a student of final year in a medical college. He had been assigned a topic for discussion in the class next day, when his sister came to his room, ...

It is late afternoon and evening approaches fast. Autumn has come and the days are getting longer. The park is deserted except for a woman, who is coming towards the far gate. The last rays of the dying sun play upon her dark hair making it appear brownish. The woman is young, certainly not more than twenty five and good looking. She reaches the gate of the park and steps in, not very sure of herself as if she has come to the wrong place. She looks around the finally reaching a decision walks towards a bench under a tree. Every steps that she takes on the thick carpet of brown leaves seems to take her back in memory.She is filled with reminiscences. How soon things change, she thinks. Summer has passed, and the warm days are already a thing of the past. The bright flowers that had once bloomed in the park have all disappeared, the trees stand bare of their summer attire of green, their long gnarled branches reach towards the sky like hands in prayers. By now she has reached ...

Out of 3434 years of recorded history of man, only 268 have been free from a major war ( many remote civilization like Incas not include). This is an insult to those modern humanists who see man as a basically peace loving animal. Thus it behaves us to study the war not just as a slogan of patriotism, but as an all prevailing force in history of human evolution. War is a competition between two opposed parties. Competing groups are nothing but aggregations of competing individuals. They have all the vices and virtues of competing individuals, acquisitiveness, pugnacity, partisanship and pride. State being individuals multiplied is what individuals are. It does everything an individuals does, but only on a grander scale. Man has acquired these characters through eons of evolution, they are as deeply embedded in his nature as any other facet of evolution. Patterns of war during different stages of human history have corresponded to the needs of that particular society. In ...