Things take time

I got a lot of things to tell thee,But how do you explain those thingsSo clear like the crystal?I tell thee of my fantasy,Where everything else makes sense,Aye, may it be only me, make sense to me,Alone mine, but thee can check how I word,Scripture, tablet, whatever scroll may I have,Let it written as it

The only thing it would have been better

Patience went to see Anger,And Patience said to him,Why did you get out of control?Ye shall not fuel Annoy,For thou shall forth me. Well, how do you know what you meanWhen are those things not in thine way?Try to amend, and then thee can doth much better,But well, Pause comes to see me,Saying, think twice

My own path

The sky is blue,So are you thine true self?The sky shows another side,The atmosphere is grey, blue, and mixed,Then thee tell the Difference,How could I be my true self?Too many colours to defineWhich one we are for the pilgrimageOur heart, our soul, and thee,Well, bell an eel for a yellerThen all will be a scripture.

Falling Into Our Moments

How do I defeat my depression? Oh, you, why are you depressed? I don’t know why it is difficult- to defeat my depression. I can’t tell you what to do with it. Yeah, alone me who feed it must come to an end. It’s easy for you to say it. True, I wish it to

Riddle: When the cover-up is no more

All will reveal when the sky no longer covers up all the truth behind everything. Like our skin perfectly covering up all the truth within us, we know it is not the entire truth unless we genuinely look inside. Oh, the perfect example is the living green that only needs photosynthesis with water’s help. ©️

When will you?

Thou would go to Peace, saith like,When willeth thou goth and defeat War for once and all?We wait, wait, and wait for a very long time,Because it was not you that done it like come and go,But it was Fake-peace who tried to copy you,But ye must come back, back to the world of Peace,For

Riddle: All shall learn from all

How did you feel when you thought you could be powerful? Then somebody came in, said like, I was powerful more than you. You thought you could be powerful, but he was powerful, and he still is, but what news from your side? He is us, and we are him, but wait, if she is

Algorithm…

Algorithm, Am I alone to think of a personification named Algorithm? The algorithms in all choose who they analyse are the best they technologically think, But am I alone that Algorithm does not choose me for the best, and am I not alone to think this through? But Algorithm, why? What did I do to

My mind paints the words

Hmm, my mind paints the words,Whereas it takes me to a world,Of the Creativity,Well, unto her saith to me,Thou knew my activity. Wait, wait, unto I to thee,I may knowest yeUnconsciously,But aye, I know ye too well. ©️ Ismael Mansoor

Hear his story, his experience

Hear his story, his experience, At a time when he only hath a note of Money,And a beggar came to him, and she was a pity to him,And he knew that he hath more than what she hast,He gave her his note of Money, and then he got nothing on this day. Hear his story,