The painful part of past is bitter memories, and the best is, you have survived through it.
~Philo W.~


When I Fail to Talk


When I realize, I can’t talk well

I open my laptop,

And start to write..

So that I feel worthy enough

Capable of sharing ideas,

And influence minds..

With every realization,

Of my inability to talk,

I come up with a piece,

That speaks my mind,

Worthy of listening

And worth sharing

~Philo W.~

Belief Changes Our Lives


There is a popular belief that we get life for once so we should make best of it, and the sole purpose of this is to achieve happiness, which even most wealthy people in this world, can’t enjoy life. Life doesn’t spare anyone, not even wealthy people. Either some people die of poverty, or some people spend millions to seek cure for illness. The powerful has no accountability in this world, and the murderer of 100 people will be hanged for once if caught. so there can never be justice in this life.

On the contrary to this, there is a belief that there is life hereafter, which is eternal.. this belief, gives us strength of bear all worldly problems, illnesses, poverty, injustice because we know that by facing the pain in this life, there is a greater reward. We have to pay for our actions. If we do good, we will get good and if we do evil deeds, we will be punished. This belief, changes the entire life of people. If we have firm belief on this, there would be no injustice, or cruelty in this worldly life. We get strength of bear pain, and hardship, and the powerful in this world, will have a fear to be accountable in the next life. and the poor and miserable people would have a relief that this worldly pain is temporary and this would end in few years.

Thus, what we believe in life, changes our lives. Everyone dies anyway.

Choose to believe wisely.

~Philo W.~

Lost in a Known Place


This place seems familiar to me

I have travelled here many times before..

In different seasons of my soul,

I witness a new dimension in the city

I have seen many autumns and spring

These places have not changed yet

I wandered in these streets many times before

Then why I feel lost here?

In this busy metropolis where..

These tall buildings, heavy vehicles

And luxurious malls appeal to others

Why they fail to tempt me?

They are not new for me..

Then why I feel strange once again


there is a lot for people to gain

What’s this emptiness all about?

Did I bring my inner chaos to this place?

Is it my distorted inside that doesn’t let me enjoy the outside?

Where would I go to heal?

Is there any place on the face of earth to travel?

Where I can go without taking my inner self..

~Philo W.~

Dubai, UAE.

July 6, 2015.

In the Middle of Nowhere..


I was away from WordPress for few weeks or maybe months.. I didn’t feel any urge for writing, when I see my previous poetry, I get surprised and don’t believe that I wrote those pieces.. Most of my poetry and writing were spontaneous.. I never planned to write something about any topic. Anyway, I came to the point where I realised that I am not interested in writing and it was not my ‘real’ passion. In this span of time, I was actually figuring out my real passion.

There was a time (two years back) I was very enthusiastic to bring about change in society and to contribute in the change process. I joined few NGOs, volunteered for various causes from education to underprivileged children to child abuse and reproduction health. Then I realised that change can only be brought through the field of education. With that realisation, I found teaching as my passion, and I strived hard to get a job as faculty. Luckily I got a course to teach to BBA and MBA students in a business school. I completed one semester with great enthusiasm and thought I have found my ‘real’ passion. Meanwhile I became active on blogging, writing blog posts and poetry about philosophy and spirituality. Teaching and writing became my passion. Then in past few months, I no more felt the same urge to teach or write. I searched on Internet whether one’s passion can change? And the answer was YES, passion does change with time.

Right now, I am in the middle of nowhere. I came to UAE to work in uncle’s company with almost no excitement. I have been to UAE couple of times before but never found this place exciting. Since I was not doing anything in my country, Pakistan so I came here to ‘explore’ new opportunities. I don’t know what future brings for me. But right now I struggle hard to find a passion, maybe a new passion because previous passions don’t interest me anymore. I want to spread my ideas, and help people, bring about change, I can do this through writing. But in this case, I need to be consistent. And consistency is something that I lack. I search for my personality type and I fall under the category of INFP. These people are creative and idealistic, they feel an urge to work for some cause, but it’s hard for them to find the work that best suits their interest and temperament. I hope and wish I find something that I love and be consistent with that.


~Philo W.~

Changing Self


I am a person comprised of an old soul
The soul that has travelled into ages,
Generation after generation,
That has seen several autumns and spring..
Each day I meet with a new evolved person inside me,
The old gets transformed into a new being,
With different purpose and ambition
And experiences changing passion
And finds different reasons,
To live and to serve..
This fluctuation keeps me on a journey that never ends..
Moving on a parallel road without any curve,
Each day, I look forward to a different cause,
Pursuit of which, becomes the core purpose of my existence,
The next day, I have another goal..
And it continues without any pause.
~Philo W.~

Inner Chaos


Nothing hurts me more than my self image
The complexes I’ve about myself
Getting more complicated. .
Making me inferior each passing moment
The chaotic thoughts make the most of noise
In my head, that shakes my soul
Keeping me away from desired peace
This was never my choice..
But it seems,
I find comfort in this turmoil
The disharmony gives fuel to my meaningless existence,
Of all the inconsistent experiences I have,
After all,
This chaos is the most consistent habitat of my ever changing mind.
~Philo W.~



Back then when I was young,
I liked to engage in conversations..
That don’t even need my participation,
But I liked to comment on every argument,
Without wasting a single moment.
Despite the fact..
I didn’t always have something important to present..
I simply liked to get involved in the debate..
And tried best to win the argument,
That gave me immense pleasure
And now..
When I have more exposure,
And we have more topics of conversation,
I don’t feel an urge of indulging..
Even when I have strong points in favor of my belief
When I could better defend my opinion
I disregard mere punching,
On the face of opponent.
I prefer to remain silent..
And practice patience
Silence worth more than thousand words
Because of its higher salience.
~Philo W.~

Love for Words


I’m a writer
I find beauty in expression
Through words and phrases
With each emotion, I hide
In sentences that I write
I share a piece of my soul.
Writing is indeed an art
To explore the madness within
To wonder and wander,
On less travelled path..
It is a refuge that writer seeks
From the world of conformists
It is a wonderland that he creates
Where he grows and nourishes
his passion for intellect & wisdom.
~Philo W.~

Changing Passion


 The thing that makes me restless,

Is my own thoughts,

I don’t move an inch,

And travel into the places.

The provoking mystery,


The mystic experiences,

That I wish to enter..

The path is destined but ambiguous.

It is the most desirable place..

But the key of entrance is unknown,

The search is sacred and inevitable,

With changing passion..

I land into strange places,

With each step that I take,

After every milestone I achieve,

I feel the distance getting shorter,

And the journey appears longer..

~ Umair R. ~