Biography of Mifa words
the opposite of faith is not heresy, but indifference.
Mifa words Poems
It always starts with an impulse…a sudden, but subtle surge. Reality strikes an unnerving blow. Steel-shut truth doors are suddenly opened; As we blindly search for that beautiful glow.
Letter To A Son (Part Ii)
My son... Be strong. Strive to be more than average in all you do, But be content also, even when your dearest dreams don't come true. Embrace failure passionately; care for the drench of pain;
At Some Point...
At some point in life, you'd understand; That people are more concerned with their lives than yours. Even those who love you beyond bounds; Cannot help; with the weight of your cross.
Letter To A Son (Part Iv) 'The Regret'
My son... I'm a few moments away from eternal bliss with your mother. My hand shivers as i try my best to pen down this letter. My heart is sore, embittered, and i weep for my mistakes,
Letter To A Son (Part Iii)
My son... Love what you do, but prefer what you love. Make compromises, but know when enough is enough. Be married to the truth, but be acquainted with subterfuge;
I Know Nothing
I know that after a couple of years Memories might just be all i have. I know that to some silent tears, Tomorrow might just be days of laughs.
Letter To A Son (Part I)
My son... Be strong. Courage is not bravery, but they're both birds of a feather. The future is bright, but intelligence is the flash light to see it better. Take the good with a smile; Take the bad with a frown.
Parents are beautiful beings, Achilds unspoken best friends. Mundane; but ethereal in every essence. Not in the least without human shortcomings,
We all have a story we write. One that concerns not only our lives; but the decisions we made and the choices we had.
At one point in time, every friendship starts good. There's the laugh, the smile and the playing a fool.
nothing is at all easy: be it school, work, dancing, eating, not even being lazy. because in every corner
it is said that questions are asked because answers are required, and though sometimes the answers we get are not those we require
We all have a story we write.
One that concerns not only our lives;
but the decisions we made
and the choices we had.
This story is no fairy tale.
there is a fifty-fifty percent rate of a happy ending.
We all write this story with the hope that oneday, someday
a tale will be told;
a tale in which we are not only the tellers,