How well do you know your brother?

While driving, if he says “turn left,” I can take a right, confidently, because I know he meant a right turn.

How can I be the best dad?
my younger friend asked.

You’ll become a great one
the moment you learn to heal
your kids’ wounds
with a single kiss.

The past smiled at me.

“Daddy, what is the most beautiful thing
you have seen in your whole life?”

my little one asked.

“You,” I replied.

She laughed while hugging me tightly.

What is love?
the younger one asked me.

After decades of togetherness,
you can still see the stars
in her eyes when you look at her.

I replied,
while looking at her.

What is Magic, Daddy?
My little one asked.
I can see myself in your eyes
when you are smiling,
I answered.

I don’t know whether
she got it or not,
but she smiled.

In an age of artificial intelligence and endless information, everything sits at our fingertips. We can access almost anything, from anywhere, at any time.

But the real challenge is not access; it is direction.

What matters now is not what you can find, but the questions you are going to ask. Questions such as: What are you trying to achieve? How do you identify problems worth solving? How do you ask questions that lead somewhere meaningful? Ultimately, the quality of your questions determines the path you walk.

I believe that in this era of abundance of information, the true skill is not knowing more. It is learning how to ask better questions.

My poems can make
you believe
I am the one
you dream of.

But I am sorry love,
I am the illusionist
you were never
destined to meet.

I don’t know
what makes us sweat
at midnight,
the summer
or the love.

I know I must
endure this suffering,
For there is no other way.
But I don’t know
how to bear the pain
The ache in my heart is real,
And it’s killing me
inch by inch.

I have lost the last shred of courage
Yet, beyond this pain,
I hope to remain,
reborn as Buddha again.

Sometimes we don’t realise the beauty of something we created until someone recognises it.

Maybe we are too humble to acknowledge our work is as good as someone else’s, or maybe we don’t have enough confidence to take pride in something we created.

I don’t know why!

PS: These paintings were done by my wife, and yet she still believes she can’t draw.

Let me know your comments on the above. Thank you!

I am the wizard
who can make you dream,
fall in love,
dance in the rain,
find peace,
and enlighten you.

Yes, I am a poet.

Until next time, good bye Georgia! Thank you for filling my hands with memories and my heart with love and kindness. ♥️🇬🇪

When the mountain smiles and the wind whispers to you, you’ll know you’re a mountain person.

Don’t wake me, I’m not dreaming. 🇬🇪 🌉

Mountains are mighty protectors, guardians of centuries-old tales. To hear their stories, you must bow in reverence. Then, the snow will smile upon you, and the trees will whisper their hidden truths. 🇬🇪 ⛰

Traveling is like reading a poem, every new path holds a new kind of magic. 🇬🇪✨

Dear younger me,

I know you
somewhere from the past.
You made mistakes,
your heart is broken,
and you’ve lost your way.

I want to tell you,
it’s okay to be wounded
and scared.
You will get a chance
to heal,
and you will find
the courage to get up again.

Until then,
keep going.

We are all lost in some way or another
on the road to home.
Some are still searching.
Some fall apart along the path.
Only a few ever find it.

I hope you do.

The main issue in life is not having clarity about what you want. Without clarity, you can’t focus on the things that matter.

Without focus, you will be distracted by countless things and the noise around you. These distractions will affect every decision you make. Over time, this can cause you to lose yourself and your dreams.

To achieve your dreams, you need laser-sharp focus. But focus begins with clarity. First, define what your dreams are. A simple way to start is by writing them down.

Create a clear, intentional list of what you want to achieve in life. Then, commit to focusing only on what truly matters.

He thought tequila
gave him the most
sudden ignition,
until he kissed her
for the first time.

Wandering at night brings peace—and pictures like this.

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. ― Mik Everett

You can reread the above quote to this: “If the person dear to you is an artist, you can never die.”

Yes, because they will carry you in their art pieces. If they are a writer, they will hide you between the lines of their favorite poems or stories. If they are a photographer, you will be in their photos forever. If they are a musician, they will blend you into the rhythm. If they are a painter, they will add you into the corners of their canvas. And the list goes on.

You will be forever engraved in their art, sometimes in plain sight, sometimes hidden. When others see the art, the artist will see you.

The expanded Avenues Mall is a beautiful place to explore. These photos are from the sea-facing area.

We will meet again
in an unknown universe,
where I am the wizard,
and you, my witch
where I will cast
the most divine spell:
“Tvayi prema karomi.”

Beneath the raining stars,
We will fall in love again,
after a million lifetimes.

After my eyes grew tired, I stepped outside the office to relax. I stood there for a while and noticed these plants growing in the middle of the desert and they brought me a sense of peace.

Framework for responding to a conversation that might have hurt you.

1. Analyze what they said: Reflect on the words and tone used.
2. Understand the meaning: Consider the intent behind the message.
3. Consider the reason: Think about why they might have said this.
4. Respond clearly and calmly: Share your perspective without escalation.
5. Show kindness and empathy: Approach the entire conversation with patience and compassion.

I don’t want a thing
on Saturday mornings
just my favorite songs
playing low.

I don’t want to leave the bed,
just stay there,
holding you tightly,
all day long.

Let me sit cross legged,
tea in one hand,
and you in the other
sipping both,
slowly.

It’s 10 p.m., I’m in bed
watching reels, and I’m bored.
Then the friends texted me,
“Let’s go for a walk,” and I said yes.

Now it’s 2:30 a.m., we’re still
roaming the streets,
Endless conversations
about nothing,
and everything under the sun.
The talks that make time feel unreal.

It’s hard to say goodbye
when we’re having
chocolate ice cream at midnight,
and laughing loud in the
yellow lighted roads.

We keep walking, still talking,
as someone says,
“The night is young,
and we have miles to go
before we sleep.”

Today, you murdered the innocent.
Those who were sharing meals with their
loved ones, those who were living
their dreams.

None of them had wronged you.
They had done nothing.
And still, you killed them
without mercy,
because of your f*cking terrorism.

We will let this haunt us, always,
We will carry this wound forever,
And we will not forgive you.

But remember this,
we will come for you.
And yes, you will pay the blood price,
for every life you took.

Until then, we stand together.
As we always have.
As we always will.

It’s just like a colorful movie,
where we wander
through an old Italian city.

In the morning,
we’ll share a Cornetto and cappuccino,
then ride an old motorcycle
through sunlit alleys,
keeping our hearts close.

At noon,
I’ll take your hand
and run with you through Naples,
where love lives forever.

In the evening,
under the golden hush of dusk,
I’ll wrap my arms around your neck
and kiss you, whispering:
“Ti amo con tutta l’anima.”

Here, I want us to live
like a timeless poem—
full of love, light, and magic.

Saturday evenings be like.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light,
not the moon, borrowing its glow.

O baby, I miss you
in the soft, slow mornings,
in the hush of lazy noon,
and in the quiet of calm evenings.

You know I feel alone here.
I just want to come home
to run into your arms,
and kiss you like wildfire.

Let’s share a cup of tea,
under our fairy lights,
like old days.
Then we’ll
become one, like a prayer.

On good days,
I want to kiss you madly.
And on bad days,
I want to kiss you deeply.

I want to be a good kisser,
that’s why I’m trying
every part of you.

It’s very windy today. The air is full of dust, and visibility is poor.

Somewhere in the Delhi. The city where chaos and calmness meet each other in the metro station.

I hate when people connect my life to my writings.

I’m just a person who writes, the only thing that should matter is what I write.

In night we went to Bahrain bay and tool some photos. Here are the few snaps.

Can I go back to the good old days
just for one last time?

To smile without the weight of pain,
and breathe in the calm of peace.
To make myself believe that chaos
and suffering no longer lingers within me.

To live a life unburdened by curses,
to feel blessed-
the way I always deserved to be.

Can I go back to the time
when everything seemed beautiful,
even if only in my dreams,
just one more last time?

After all the chaos,
I will be reborn from the ashes
and soar high to the moon,
like a phoenix from a fairy tale.

I hope you’ll watch me
rise, just like the old days.

Sometimes, the night is a good time to hide yourself from the rest of the world. It gives a sense of relief, allowing you to be exactly as you want to be.

In the middle of the dark night you become your true self.

I know that one day I will collapse,
And hopefully, you won’t witness it.
I will make sure that, until your last breath,
I’ll stay strong and keep us stronger.

That’s the promise I made—to hold you
Forever.

You are the most precious gift
you could ever wish for.
You are the light that guides you
through the darkest nights.
You are the Santa
you’ve always dreamed of.
You are the Christmas
you’ve been waiting for.

To my daughter,

In the midst of the war,
Amid the heart-aching pain,
Through the windy nights,
On my darkest days,
You are my hope.

I want to write something every day. I don’t know what to write, but I love to write.

I don’t want to write for publishing; I want to write for the sake of writing.

I think I can write about myself, the thoughts in my head, or the things around me.

So, I am writing here to feel alive.

To those who are in dark: Hold on, light is coming—and it’s within you.

Went to the Bahrain Airshow with Gino, and friends. It was an amazing experience filled with excitement. Witnessed incredible performances by the Indian Air Force Sarang Helicopter team, the U.S. Fighting Falcon, the Pakistan Air Force Thunder demo, and the Saudi Hawks. The Saudi fighter team’s display was truly spectacular. Had the chance to meet U.S. pilots also.

Explored a helicopter for the first time, checking off a bucket list item! A day filled with awe, adventure, and unforgettable memories.

Today is throwback thursday and here is beautiful view of Bahrain in the winter.

I want to live in this moment because it’s all I truly own. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever.

I want to migrate my favorite memories from various social media platforms to this blog. I’m not sure it will work, but I still want to give it a try because I love the idea of having all my favorite things in one place.

Hopefully, I can do it gradually over time.

Update on 27 Oct: I already started migrating my posts from various social medias. Its a tedious task, but I am loving it.

My plants and my poems.

I like to ride by bicycle in the winter mornings. The long ride in the morning gives me a sense of happiness.

PS: This is my brother’s bicycle which I borrowed for few weeks.

“Travel far enough, you meet yourself.” ― David Mitchell

I want to stay in the dream from the night we met. It’s the wildest fantasy I’ve ever had. Can we meet there again? Just to kiss you one last time, and hold you once more after a million embraces.

Walking brings clarity to your thoughts.

Create your own answers.

By writing down your problems, you’ll be able to see the solutions clearly.

There’s a scar etched on my heart,
Forged by love from ages past.
Yet it makes me brave in the battle,
Brings hope amidst despair,
And guides me forward.

And I want you to know this:
Love is the wound where light flows in.

Can we stay in the magic forever? The magic lives in the night we loved each other so much and danced beneath the Mediterranean skies. Yes, the kiss, the stars, and you, everything seemed magical to me.

Thank you for being my magic.

I’ll meet you
In the space between darkness and light,
where everything feels divine.

And there, I’ll kiss you
like the very first time,
even after a million times.

I’ve always believed in magic,
and I felt it the first time I saw you.

Baby, I am in love with the
sparks inside you.
Can I call it hope?

Maybe it’s you, or myself.
I’m not sure
maybe it’s both of us.

But I know it’s the
angel we dreamed of
for centuries.

Can we call it hope?

Take me home, country roads
the place where we
met in the evenings,
The place where we played
and laughed together.

The place where our
hearts broke when the
good byes happened.
And there is where our
childhood memories
stay alive.

I hope we shall
meet there soon.

Always ask yourself: Is this matter?
If it’s a No, move on.
If it’s an Yes, work on it.

Compounding is the most effective thing you can use in your life.

Remember you’re a human, not a content creating machine.

Impress yourself, not others.

Life is a series of roles we play, each one precious and unique in its own way. Whether you are a son, a father, a junior engineer, a secretary, or even someone who feels like they own nothing, you have something to offer and something to enjoy. Don’t let the struggles and chaos of each role overwhelm you; one day, you might no longer have the opportunity to play that role. The saddest part is, realizing its value only after it’s gone. So, cherish your time here, have fun, and make it beautiful.

Always remember, you are not the system; you are part of it.

I don’t want to be an original,
I have learned, inspired,
and stolen from everything I have seen.
I want to be a rare mix.

Welcome to the magic, to the stars, to the unknown, and to myself.

In the early morning, my brother and me went to visit a local farm. Here are the few snaps from there.

In the evening I went Bahrin food festival with my Brother and family. The vide was good, food and music are awesome.

Blue skies and Palm tree in the Summer.

From the beautiful paddy fields near to my home.

I’m back home, and I’m loving the early morning rides. Watching the sun rise over green fields, listening to the birds—everything is just so beautiful.

Botteled life.

I deeply admire the beauty of nature, and there’s such joy in capturing it through photos.

Peace - that was the other name for home.
— Kathleen Norris

Working with my plants.

Come, Let’s head to the nights where every fairy tales are true 🦄🦋

Its not an illusion, you are more than enough.

After long, tiring hours,
I want to drink you,
and the tea, slowly

Poets are wizards
who can make you dream.

Whenever I am looking into my brown eyes,
I can see the magic.
Its says believe in yourself.

I don’t know what makes the evening more beautiful,
you or the sunset.

evening

When you started to look deep inside you, you will find the sparks of magic.

Sometimes we are in a war that doesn’t even exist.

Everything will end. Make it to the most.

May be peace is the higher version of happiness.

Before seeking peace in your life, seek clarity.

Everything is already there, you are not realized it yet!

Colurful scenes from Riffa central market.

I’m repotting and watering my plants today—and added a few new ones to my collection. The more green, the merrier.

After the weekend, when I checked my plant in my office, I noticed the new leaves are bigger and brighter. I don’t know why suddenly it made me happy and peaceful. And now I am planning to plant more of them in my office space.

Maybe more green will give you more peace.