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.
If we could walk every day, As men with a hope for something better, Then better we would be. And the best would surely come.
The Word Might
if life were only as sweet as we would want it to be. if only we could sing and our voice created a perfect melody.
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;
She Changed My World
With just a smile, she changed my world. She changed my world; now I cannot smile. She went away…she left. She left; but never went away.
Difficult times; the clock keep ticking. The winds of despair blows; The nightingale is solemnly chirping. Each day poses a steaming broth of oppression,
When We Forget
I write this with my eyes as wet as the sea shore; I'm sorry my dear one. My esteem, she weeps as never before; Her pride has been put to scorn.
it is said that questions are asked because answers are required, and though sometimes the answers we get are not those we require
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.
but soon enough
the blindness is removed,
as we begin to see clearly
things we should.
then the essence of the name 'friend'