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("thine own self

thou must

know")

A SET OF POEMS

Long Ago it was written in Latin “TEMET NOSCE”

which means to know thyself, there have been various

references made to this word throughout times.

I Believe that a poetic version of “Temet Nosce” holds

as much importance being philosophical and logical at

the same time.

I write down a few poems in this book aiming to

provide a view into a few facts of Life which many of us

fail to realize and just carry on with our normal lives.

Things which we must not fail to know and should not

ignore. As Ignorance is worst than cancer, and an

ignorance of something which adds to Life is not to be

taken lightly. This is something what I believe.

I am not aiming this book for any specific target of

audience, it is purely meant for someone who would like

to seek a deeper understanding of how a person’s mind

works. In a poetic form, addressing it for you to realize

that there is more to Philosophy than just big fat books

and Big Beards.

I am very happy to write down my fourth book, after

Labyrinth which was my third and I feel that this will be

far more liked by people who loved my previous book.

I Hope you enjoy reading my book as much as I loved

writing it.

 Mustafah Mun

I would like to thank God, for giving me strength

to write down my thoughts and share it with the

world.

Also I would like to thank my family and friends

who have always encouraged for my thoughts and

dreams, Always.

 Mustafah Mun

This book , is dedicated for YOU the Reader.

Enjoy Reading

 Mustafah Mun

1) The Unexplained Purpose

2) Time the only constant thing

3) Is this Life?

4) War- is it the only purpose?

5) Religion vs Humanity

6) Money

7) Why Love?

8) Dreams the Only Thing Left for Free

9) Impossible or Choice?

10) Trust

11) Unlimited Desires

12) Is Everything Coming To an End?

13) Fear

14) Know Thyself

Asked many A Times was I

Why do I spend my times with Thyself

Why Do I not Understand The Purpose

Of Being Myself

Laughed Loud I ,Never had a Reply

Just Gazed at the stars looked above the sky

People so strange , Think only in a range

A Glass half full is looked yet drained

News I watch , Only to Learn about Pain,

Insanity shown is through what many gain

Yet I feel it to be Insane, to see many dying in

vain

Tried understanding the purpose of my soul

Deceived by myself was I, when learnt I was so

cold,

Could not connect to thee, I tried many a times to

be free

Lost, yet not alone, I realized I was not on my

own

Looking at the fleshy mass on my soul, I ask,

Is our purpose truly not told?

Are we all so odd and cold?

Why in a womb I spend 9 months and come out in

a Life full of misery and pain?

When I am unsure about life

Then what is it, what we gain?

When only a normal, just survives and strives.

I ask

what is life?

Change is the only thing that remains Constant

People and Nature keep changing at an Instant

Nobody knows what remains constant

I Believe Time and Change are the only two

quadrants

Relationships between things change, Society

Change

Mentality Change

Somethings Do change , Somethings do Not

Some People Carry on With Life , while others

may Not

Death May lead you to a next world beyond time

But still time after time you will carry on living

with time.

Instances pile up, phases come up

We go through it, some pass through it

It is all a mathematical equation

Of which we are a perfect combination

For our time to be calmer

We have to be a bit more slower

Slow to improvise technology

Fast to understand catastrophe

For Time is not infinity

But if understood well can lead to eternity

Coming out of the womb we cry

Is this the world where we’re left to try

Oceans deep and sky above high

Is this the Life where I’m left to fly?

Time and again we fall and we’re weak

Yet we stand up not accepting defeat

A few humans do accept retreat

But what is Life without such a treat

Earning for Life Yearning to strive

Pain is offered in different ways

Pleasure is a curse ,at the end we cry

Nobody knows it, a complex phenomenon as a

hive

A Noise so Loud , seems to be Silent

Looking straight into one’s eyes yet seem

different

We may be gifted with sight yet appear blind

Is this a new nature of human , of some “kind” ?

For it is Impossible to Rewind

And go back to where everyone was just Kind

For some may call me blind

But That’s Just Fine, as only a few are of our kind

There are talk about opportunities

Why do we end up questioning life

Asking ourselves the true right,

Strengthening our muscles to test and fight

An Advice to all ,just go along

As you go Along Sing along a Song

For Maybe the path be Long

Stand up and fight, because

You’re Strong!

Does Everything have to end ?

But an end should be without a bend

So, has it become a trend ?,

On arms nations spend

Has It become a true source of survival ?,

The Only survival ,with a role of betrayal.

Why does this become so sensational ?,

When only a few are left who are emotional.

Is it the beginning of the end?

Many question this new trend

Weather you are a foe or a friend

Your life is not worth to spend

You may ask who am I , asking me Why

Is there a reason to sit and cry?

Never saw grief getting old,

Never saw pain getting cold

Crushed are those who stand up and try

Just stood up to ask why

To ask why do you want to be sly

And just term everything not yours as “my”

What is that we seek for,

Is it religion in humanity that we aid for?

Truth and Sanity have been granted for

Yet heaven is what we yell for

Ye knew that human is a complex,

That’s why no one knows some of its darkest

secrets

Million Killed and now You talk about Religion?

When the least you could have done is the be

more human.

It has become a universal shame

When we now don’t know whom to blame

When it all is just a game

When we realize , its insane

Its all going to be over and flow down the drain

People yelled for help, they seeked Him

They cried for Him , they assured with money

But does funds suffice, Thee?

While truth may seem bitter to a few, for some,

Funds are as sweet as Honey

It seems ridiculous watching how one can be so

sure

Oh, I almost forgot, Religion has no cure.

Humanity is so sure

That Religion will never , end the WAR

Walking along a temple, a mosque or a church,

I hear peace, feel faith, and understand Life

Yet I feel afraid, that in vain if my emotions over

exceed

I may regret myself of doing an evil deed.

What is evil? What is good,

I am unsure, not knowing what I should,

If too much of good can be bad

Why not too much of bad be good?

Will I ever realize what I would?

It is an unexpressed feeling

Where sky does not determine the height of Thy

Ceiling

Faith provked cannot be harmonious

Whilst we yet live in a society that is hilarious

Why is Money

As Sweet as Honey

Feel Few Even When Plenty?

Maybe We are still unsure

About the unfound cure

Classifying the rich and the poor ,

Still varying the ways we earn for

For a few it means nothing,

A few consider it as something,

And the rest as their everything

A Little gap is left between needs and desires

And the latter rules out the necessity

A feeling so pure as love

Yet money is puts it at stake and all above

At the end I stopped thinking

Cause this subject is not worth minting

Realizing the fact that even if we all had more

than plenty

Yet there would be ways to make it scanty