Your anatomy is the seat

Your heart the ignition key

Your thoughts the acceleration pedal

The gear is your intention

The wheels your carmic path

Your dharma, the

The ignition of your vehicle

Its direction either through

A rocky road on a smooth path

Depending on what fuel

It consumes

Amenemhep

Choice is yours

Cardillac or Lada



Rainy Days

It was raining when I was born

I grew up near to being torn

The days went by with the rain pouring

My heart and soul wildly pounding

The bows or lord - I weed a bail

The clouds or God-I cant hail

Torture is the name of the game

Pain is the reward I gain

My cries travel but in vain

Woy yay yoy -woy yay-woy yay yoy,

Tossing and turning, Jumping and stamping

Where is it all going to end

The colour l’ve been thought is red

The power within me is not fed

An old man said

You can run, but can’t hide

You can feel, but can’t cry

Keep persevering without a price

Oh lord - praises to you

See the sun is shining and the clouds are shying

Lord! Alham dul lillah.