Saadia

A poet by soul!

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
(tagore)


The secrets eternal neither you know nor I
And answers to the riddle neither you know nor I
Behind the veil there is much talk about us, why
When the veil falls, neither you remain nor I.
We are the puppets and fate the puppeteer
This is not a metaphor, but a truth sincere
On this stage, fate for sometime our moves steer
Into the chest of non-existence, one by one disappear
(by omar khayam)


They say that there's a broken light
for every heart on Broadway...
They say that life's a game and then
they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes
and an outline of the story...
Then leave you all to improvise
their vicious cabaret
(by Alan Moore)

Neither you nor I know the mysteries of heaven,
Neither you nor I read this enigma,
You and I, only talk on this side of the veil,
When the veil falls, Neither You nor I, will be here
(omar khayyam)