A poem I wrote within a hour.

This article details about how I spent my first morning of Ramadan.

A Quiet Break.
9.27.09.

A true mans hustle in the streets, he wants to quit but it is all he has left. His mom was struggling and all he wants to do is make her happy. But the only thing he can do now is turn to god, something he has not done in a long time.

This message is intended to a lady boss.

The thoughts of a young off-spring of future generation as the young mind searches for indentity. The growth is positive, and shares the possibilites with good focus.

If we with knowledge and wisdom feed a special programme to the mind, it will permit the consciousness to spread out energy to arrange a more positive set of circumstances.

My angel is felt by my side always.

Where our love will take us.

A prayer that has been answered.