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The Moon in my Room-Song

  The Moon in my Room The DJ was spinning, a fever in the air Youngsters were singing, without a single care Men were drinking whiskey, bold and blind Girls were shaking their legs, leaving thoughts behind It was a perfect Saturday night, wild and bright For every party lover chasing neon light   As the tracks kept changing, smooth and slow Pretty women walked in, putting on a show Men stood waiting, like hunters in the wild Hoping to pick the woman of their choice, beguiled The DJ cranked the volume, and the speakers came alive Drinks kept flowing, taking fingers for a dive Young lovers pressed closer, bodies warm and tight Getting ready to fill the dance floor through the night   But I was the mute spectator, a ghost inside the glow With a glass of cheap beer, watching the chaos grow The night was catching up; hearts were warming slow Then I saw her walk in — and I forgot everything I know   A young lady walked in, like a...
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She Conveys-Song

  She Conveys   Her eyes convey More than her words Her eyes are a visual vocabulary   Her presence is a present More than a gift Her presence is the absence of loneliness   Her silence conveys More than peace Her silence is solace   Her smile conveys More than acceptance Her smile is a symbol of readiness   Her touch is soft Softer than soft Her touch is a symbol of care   Her hug is tight Tighter than a bear’s Her hug is an expression of deep love   Her kiss is intoxicating More intoxicating than the best wine Her kiss is a divine journey   Her words are inspiring More inspiring than the best motivators Her words are words of hope   Her smile is poetic More poetic than the best poem Her poem is a lullaby worth listening to   She is more than my lover She is my heart Living in me forever My better half Without whom my life would be bitterer than bit...

Old-Matured-Young-Song

  Old-Matured-Young   When I stood in front of the mirror, the reflection whispered, “You are old.” It pointed to my grey hair and bald head, and for a moment, old age made me feel weak.   But then the mature adult inside me said, “You’re fortunate — no need for makeup, and less time spent combing your hair.” And the youngster in me chuckled, “Remember how much time you wasted on that hair, When you could have been training the brain beneath it?”   When I stood in front of the mirror, the reflection sighed, “You are old — Look at that saggy skin on your face.” Old age in me refused to even look.   But the mature adult smiled, “Saggy skin is just a new avatar — learn to admire it.” And the youngster in me giggled, “Think of all the kisses those cheeks have received. Can you still feel the lipstick marks?”   When I started walking, old age grumbled, “Your joints are weak.” But the mature adult said, “This is a test of endurance — prove your strength.” And the...

The Parable of Two Painters: Peter, Pan, and the Ladder

  The Parable of Two Painters: Peter, Pan, and the Ladder In a bustling city lived two painters, Peter and Pan. They knew each other well, ran similar businesses, and never poached each other’s clients. Yet both shared the same headache: finding and keeping good help. But over time, Pan cracked the code for handling people, and his business ran smoothly, though his workers came and went like the seasons. Peter, however, struggled constantly. No matter how many helpers he hired, none stayed. Steve’s experience with Peter One day, Peter managed to hire Steve with limited experience. Steve had no painting skills—just two willing hands. He mixed paint, swept floors, and scrubbed walls. On his very first day with Peter, Peter pointed to the high ceiling and said, “Scrub the top.” Steve stood there, puzzled. An hour later, Peter returned and found Steve frozen in the same spot. “Why aren’t you working?” Peter snapped. “You said ‘the top,’” Steve replied. “Which part of the ...

From Frustration to Fire: The Choice That Changes Everything

  From Frustration to Fire: The Choice That Changes Everything Frustration is something almost every human being experiences. The reasons may vary from person to person, but the feeling is universal. One of the most common causes of frustration is not getting what we desire. In such moments, no words can soothe us. Frustration takes up all the space, leaving no room for comfort or reason. Some people, overwhelmed by it, take extreme steps—some leave the world forever, while others act impulsively and later regret it. But then there are those who handle frustrating moments with maturity. How? By simply changing the meaning they assign to what happens to them. Let’s take an example that nearly everyone can relate to: workplace performance appraisals. Some employees get what they expected, some feel satisfied, some don’t care, and for others, the result is shocking—and frustrating. Here lies a challenge: Will they carry that frustration into the rest of their career? Will th...

The right way to discipline

  The right way to discipline What intelligence cannot achieve, discipline can. What hard work cannot achieve, discipline can. There is no doubt that discipline plays a vital role—not only in nation building but also in building a meaningful life. Some people are naturally self-disciplined. Others need guidance, boundaries, and sometimes even strict rules to stay on track. Then there are those who know how to communicate the need for discipline assertively yet respectfully—whether they are parents, teachers, managers, or employers. Under their influence, people come to understand the value of discipline and gradually become self-disciplined. On the other hand, there are those who are obsessed with discipline. They impose and force it, often with the opposite effect. Whether it’s a child at home, a student in school, or an employee in an office, some begin to feel that discipline enslaves them. They feel compressed—and eventually, they burst out. Their outburst becomes an ac...