All should salute to brave warriors of earth:

Great lions,

as strong as iron,

whose might and power is beyond compare,

So strong and powerful that no one could dare.

A strike of thunder,

Is a comparison to their anger.

Burning faster than speed of light,

With might.

All bows to men; warriors of earth.


Beauty Of Girls

Behind any beautiful place is a glowing and glimmering magical galaxy: so beautiful that it could eclipse the shining light of the sun. Its light is blinding white and its twinkle, the brightest ever. So bright and stunning, even fairer than the moon.  Its might is daring; worthy enough for starring. Without it, the world is as dark as grave for all light of love happiness and blessings await for its twinkle to bestow.

Bewitched am I by the enchanted beauty of these galaxies: Girls, the key to all happiness and success.



An upcoming story about a young powerful magician(Irik) destined to rule over the magic world of KHNADRA with the help of his powerful book of light and wisdom(Azora), But how unfortunate: he got cursed by an evil witch obssesed with his parents and decided to carry out her anger on him by tempering with his spirit book(Azora). It will only take carrying out the hardest magic mission in the most dangerous magical forest in only one week, to brake the curse.

The question is; will they be able to carryout such task beyond human confine or is he going to die letting his destiny in vain?!

Lets see in Irik:coming soon on amazon at only two dollars per copy!


“It is the curse of Namuel, you can only save your son’s life by breaking the curse, and to break the curse, you have to open the book of AZORA. You can’t open the book without the key of AUZULLIA which locked in a very dark cave where no human can enter without THE LIGHT OF THUNDRESS. The light is inside the stomach of an old cobra with one thousand heads: each head has the power of one thousand people. NOT ordinary people but great magicians!, so our book declared that no one can kill the cobra without the great weapon of OWTSHA. I don’t know where the weapon is, but it is said to be locked in a magic box called XHANDRA. It can only be opened by answering the hardest magic riddle!…..


You will be able to get your copy soon on amazon. Remember: IT WORTH TWO DOLLARS ONLY, PER COPY!!!!


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My Precious Share

In night of doom, happiness burning in rage of despair:

So dark and hurting that no one had pair.

Heart full of sorrow which all soul must fear

Rolling down in eye is a sadness burning with tear

Words cannot dare to express how much I care


Being left with sorrow in place of my precious share:

With it’s absence, smile is what I had never wear


For, all my happiness it’s it that inspire

With it taken, happiness and my heart can never get near

Surely, without it, life is what I could hardly bare!

A Strike Of Thunder Cannot be clung

How could one dare to touch a snake fang?

Above a mighty pair of two-edged sword tongue

With poisonous venom, so powerful and strong

Alas this is the worst you have done wrong

A piece of whisker is where your fate is hung

beware that a wailing thunder cannot be clung

For its leads to a trap which height is endless long!

Breeze of Grace

Let all freeze to my unfolding praise

Indeed in thy breeze, there is an enormous grace

No doubt without you,  we will have no trace

Mother, you are a star of the greatest phase

All beauty lies to your enchanting face

In every heart, you have a place

For, you are a bright light with might and glace

Alas! this diamond deserves an embrace

All hail to sparkling thunder with quiet pace

I dare not describe your might in such a phrase

but keeping quiet will be more than a disgrace.




Author’s Might.

Indeed an author deserves a hail:

In his every utterance, wisdom prevails,
For him to comment, he need not to  wail                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    For, just an utterance is enough to hail.

His words are more than one could pay as bail,

He never let criticism to make his face pale,

In every argument, he never will fail.

Alas his words can strike a hooked nail,

His tongue is like a sea where wisdom sail,

Indeed an author is a victory’s trail.

Mystic Ties

In the lake of happiness and joy: Water is dribbling and jumping over the mysterious place brightened by the gleeful light of crescent hung between diamonds of constellations. A cool breeze of air singing melodiously, colorful leaves of autumn dancing in it’s tune. Birds chirping sweetly like nightingale over the lively flowers surrounded by glimmering butterflies.

 I wonder how powerful and strong such a bond could be, so strong that its powerful light could overcome doom of sorrow: There is a smile in every mile, a soft cotton to dry every cry and a bright crown of a sun to fade every frown.

    We breathe with its breeze, our happiness glow with its joyous flow and our heart beats with its shining beads. To loose it is tragic, to keep it is magic, and to stay with it is tactic. With it, every blessed day is a mystery and the one ahead is a victory. It sprays the perfume of kindness, making our love to stay, so that our dreams won’t go astray. In it, the way to sorrow is narrow and the path of happiness is wide and might. Such lake is no other than friendship, the weapon to fight any hardship.

   Such lake is indeed not fake, but only the ones with fate can take.