A Break from Routine Improves Mood

Today I went out of the way of my nature. I watched some football, played Bubble Shooter on phone, and watched some Tedx videos. I never used to do that. I have been in a low mood, and in a feeling of despair. As I am unemployed at the moment and the irony is I don’t want to do what I was going. I was not enjoying jobs that I did. I changed a lot of jobs and careers with the aim to find my calling. In this state of confusion, I got into depression and developed a sense of failure. Getting failed in something is not worse than not knowing what you should do.

So, today I decided to go against my nature. Therefore, I watched some football. I don’t know anything about the game. I just know that group of people of two teams kick a ball from foot to get a goal. and Goalkeeper is there to stop the goal of opposite team.

I couldn’t watch football for more than 10 minutes. So I downloaded Bubble Shooter. I knew about this game because one of my colleagues used to play it at work 8 years ago. She was fond of this game. I was attracted to it because of colorful balls and a cool ambiance.

Surprisingly I really enjoyed the game and continued playing for 2-3 hours and cleared 50 levels successfully. It developed a sense of achievement and refreshed my mood.

Then, just before writing this post, I watched two inspirational TEDx videos on Youtube. And from there I got excited to write something about my experience of the day.

I started the day with the usual feelings of despair and disappointment and got into a happy state of mind. I realized sometimes going against your routine and trying experiencing something different activates part of your brain that releases good chemicals. I don’t know much about neuroscience but from the psychology point of view, I could surely say that it really helps. And there is certainly no harm in trying it.

Umair Raheel.


The Suppressed Pain


The Suppressed pain is often bled in writing because it is the only path which allows blood of sorrow to flow and reach its destination. ~ Umair R. ~


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The Best is Yet to Come

Don’t settle for the less
The best is yet to come
What’s this haste for,
Just to have some,
When you can get more,
Because you deserve better
Why to choose less.
Be patient and wait,
And have faith,
The best is yet to come.
~Umair R.~


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Mob of Self-Worshipers


I don’t fit in the society

that is clustered by,

the self- worshipers,

exposing their perishable selves,

to seek validation from the peers.

In return, praising them like,

trading the appreciation.


I pursue something more meaningful,

than the mere appearances,

Something that is substantial,

which makes you unique,

Your art, your individuality ,

making you distinctive ,

in the mob of similar beings.

~Umair R.~

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Show Me Your Soul



Show me your scars
On the soul
That is not visible
by the naked eye

Show me your pain
You hide so well
beneath your smile
Show me the wounds
On your skin
That disappeared with
The passage of time
Which still bleed
In your writing

Open up your heart
And Tell me about

Your fear and insecurities
Share with me
Your haunting thoughts
That don’t let you sleep
Introduce me with
The monsters that reside
Inside your head
Show me your body
Every shattered piece
That has a story to tell
Unfold yourself
Layer by layer
I want to see
Your real self
Put off that mask
That you wear
In public
Tell me,
That you are not strong
As you appear
That you are empty from inside
And need to be filled
With care and affection
Admit it,
That you need me
Believe it,
You too deserve love.

~Umair R.~

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Knocking at the Same door


Why do I go there


There’s nothing new for me

Why do I knock at the same door

Over and over again


It will not be opened for me

Nobody is there to greet me


Why does my heart build


Maybe to get disappointed

Over and over again

Each time,

In different ways..

By different people

I don’t know..

Whether I belong to that place

Whether it owe me anything

But also,

I don’t know..

Where do I belong to exactly,

To the place where

My ideal resides

Where my eyes see

Materialization of the dream

that I saw in my youth

where emotions and feelings

Blossom even in rough times

Where there is a support

And a shoulder to rely on

Where love is appreciated

Without any discrimination

Where I am free to express

What I feel


There is someone to listen

To my rants and grievances

Where I won’t be judged for

What I have experienced

Willingly or unwillingly

I don’t know..

Whether such place existed

In this physical world


My heart desire

To go to that place anyway,

By all means,

I will keep knocking at that door

Over and over again


Only silence & disappointment

Would greet me

Every time,

With more intensity

With more sincerity.

~Umair R.~

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Happiness on the Cost of?


There is a mutually agreed belief that the purpose of life is the pursuit of happiness.  And less is talked about how to pursue happiness; is it on the cost of other people? Everyone tells you to be happy but nobody defines the way to acquire things that make us happy; the ethical and more appropriate way perhaps. Sometimes, we acquire happiness for us by hurting others. The inequality and injustice occur in this world because they are the reason of happiness for some other people. The moral and ethical perspective in the pursuit of happiness is often ignored and is remained undefined. Hence, we witness social inequality worldover.

~Umair R.~


I love W O R D S,
They are magical.
Through this instrument of ecstasy,
I get detached from the illusion of this world.
And create my own reality,
A feeling that doesn’t need acceptance.
The truth which doesn’t require explanation.

~Umair R.~