This poem speaks to the timeless journey of growth and self-realization, framed by the mysteries of life, death, and what may lie beyond. Also contemplates spiritual understanding, exploring themes of existence, growth, and the inevitable silence that awaits at the end of life. It suggests an encounter with both divine and darker realms.

Bharath has witnessed many great personalities among the favorite servants of Allah. They were holding the hands of the people going the wrong way to the right way. So, the quota of these Aulia in the expansion of Islam in India is undeniable. Hazrath Nizamudheen Aulia was chief among them

Earth unfolds like a vast, teeming canvas, where life plays out in a beautiful symphony. From the sun-kissed peaks of mountains to the hushed whispers of the ocean and the sparkling brilliance of the starry night, every element contributes to this grand performance. Each creature, big or small, plays a vital role, their melodies weaving into a chorus that resonates within us all.

Dust motes dance in a moonlit morgue, where a lonely corpse remembers the warmth of family, their joy shattered by tragedy. A final moonbeam whispers goodbye, leaving him in the cold, forever orphaned

A mystical journey to God, defying limitations of time and space, led by a "peaceful beginning" and an unwavering guide. "Few days" in the grand scheme of eternity blur as individual distinctions fade, leaving a unifying path through the unknown, into the "dark of the graveyard."

Imagine a shop where time bends to your will. Shelves overflow with lazy Sunday afternoons and endless summer holidays. You could buy those in bulk! Even a few extra minutes to linger in bed wouldn't be out of reach. But forget Monday mornings - those dusty shelves hold nothing but dread. This delightful dream of buying time captures a universal yearning - to slow down, savor life's simple joys, and escape the drudgery of routine.

Once upon a time, a man lived in a Palace. Despite his richness, he was interested in exploring tourist places and being adventurous, like climbing and swimming. One time, he decided on a pan-India tour.

He just looked down and saw every step ... something grimaces and other shines. He was even in love with her but he was trying to conceal it from her. They traveled through both

He must not eat the jam. But he loved it so much. She was desperate convincing him. One day neighbors advised her to go to Hoja to solve this problem. And the woman did it. She

I had heard some writers lament like this. Do they have trouble with it? No,  But, Some of them have the feeling of living in their works themselves! Vaikom Muhammed Basheer,

I have a dream. But, I don’t know Whether it come true. But, I have a hope. Where there is a hope There is faith...

Once again, They came to visit me. The fruitful days Still recall in different ways. A sigh take my hand

Yes, he got there to do his job; to wipe out the food particles and glasses from that table, and to clean it for the costumers. He is only about ten year.

She calls me early and loves a lot. She hugs me kindly

Is my life only for birth? Is my birth only for death? Is god sent me to show the earth? Is the world that I feel truth?

There was a coding shelter Came to me with armful Stroke and pat I am safe from herior and  terror

Love starts with bare moves with care Ends with tear.... Love starts with sudden moves with hidden Ends in burden....

There was a monkey living on a tree. The tree was  on a seashore. The monkey had a friend as a crocodile. The monkey used to give fruits to the crocodile when he comes  

A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion’s sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to

The words are the swords Those pierce our hearts. The tongues are blades Those injure our minds.

I never thought it would come true so quickly, when my class teacher told us a joke about future generation by his concept. When I was in fourth grade, I heard that joke from my