My heart is an ocean of light My body is an ocean of darkness Two different entities That coexist in all affinities Day and night Joy and sadness Love and hate Compassion and indifference Each needs the

"On fuit de deux façons : devant quelque chose et vers quelque chose ; devant le mal qu'on ne veut pas faire, et vers le bien qu'on veut retrouver. Dans le premier cas, on s'échappe ; dans le second,

La nuit coule tout doucement D'une lourdeur fade Une légère brume Survole mes lèvres gelées Restes d'un jour froid et triste Sur mon visage transi Au fond de moi s'affrontent Folie et sagesse Déambule

"When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman they both touch the heart of eternity." Khalil Gibrân Those of us who have been raised with religious backgrounds have often been taught that sexuality

Life is a painting that depicts the passing moment The present is a brief respite Where the future takes shape in shots of shadows and secrets Every day brings me closer to the ''beyond'' Whitch follow

On the beaches of the ocean of my existence I engraved some words And went through life Collecting experiences In order to have stories to tell. In the twilight of my days I retraced my steps To read my

It is said that there is only one path in life, and like any path it has two directions—toward God and away from Him. As we move toward God we become more God-like, and many people are on this path. As

On my way to my exile I extricate myself from the horizontal dimension of the "I" To the vertical and depth of my true being To the other bank Within unknown Where silence thickens multiplies

My lonely heart sinks into nostalgia My little individuality breaks its shackles And flew to my essential being Which is my inner light More profound is the silence More narrow is the word. Between Silence

I come to You Destructed by my past Rejected by my present Disowned by my future Trapped in a body Which can't rise to Thee. Without You My life is empty Take me back From me To You. Standing before thy

Poure the wine Of your words Into the cup Of my heart Once Mixed With my blood My intoxicated soul Will finally see Your real beauty. R.M

How to get back to a time which doesn't belong to the time? Writing words on the wall of the present Could make it happen? Or would this be a desperate attempt which the effect can not quench The thirst

''We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences ''. Mawlâna Jalâl Ud-din Rûmi(born in

Everyday we are inundated with pokes, pings, pins and pictures. We are captive creatures held hostage by our cell phones, computers, and tablets. These devices are constantly alerting us to an ever-growing

Imagine… Imagine that since we want to be happy, not just some of the time, but all of the time, there is a place where we can be happy…all of the time… Imagine that our happiness does not come from something

Red Malak is Just an ordinary person who try to understand the mystery of life and share his thoughts with others. Sometimes life can be very confusing. The things that you see each day may move, change,