that in a short span of 2 weeks taught me I have been diagnosed with as bilateral pulmonary tuberculosis persented as hemoptysis.

nay, almost my mom. but yes I am happiest n thankful to all my wonderful gain friends for their loves to me.

I say be faithful to friends, God and love because they are only music in the world and something truly authentic in this bivouc life. -OWAIS

simply hold her/him in ur honest sincere prays. one never know when one's prays worked for them but certainly yes u'll get peace to soul.

I am indifferent toward inequality, gap of poors n rich, ignorance in any form to any being.
I show strong feeling of repugnance to those who criticises others.
I just detest superiority feelings or egoism.
I am indifferent toward either women or men ill-mannered.


I say make kindness as your duty, friendliness as your destiny and being well-wisher for everyone as your worship.      
                                                      Quoted by myself,     -OWAIS 

Why do people hide their disease ?
when they know they suffer with gravest pernicious disease.
when they know it is highly contagious, communicable disease multitudely.
when they know majority cannot afford treatment.
they die due of it still remain incognito.

May be they fear to remain lonesome.
May be they fear to loose their dignity.
May be they are selfish, mean or malice or
May be they fear their disclose could not make them marry.

Friends, do you know I never smoked nor drink not even had sex until now but though caught this gravest deadly disease. WHY ?

Because any selfish, malice, mean person who been victim of TUBERCULOSIS BACILLI  have been close to me without any prior notice of his diesease. I pity n show my comtempt, disdain feelings toward such mean persons.

This is why I decided to reveal my disease to everyone because I know it destroys one's carrier n life. almost everybody knows about my disease. some are ignorant as well as some still talks with me and likes me as earlier. some praise for my bold step to disclose my disease publicly. I have been diagnosed as BILATERAL PULMONARY TUBERCULOSIS PERSENTED.

who, he oppresses women or pollutes environment or treat poors badly or thinks superior is the worst being on planet -  to my opinion.

I am quite light hearted, merciful. I do protest against ill-happenings, abuses or embarrassing. if I do not talk to my father is because he is abusive to my mom.

friends you know if I am living now or alive from my recent contradict of serious TB past 3 weeks ago is just because my friends and people's prays worked n really I felt in ICU I have been granted as if a new life. therefore be kind and wellwisher for everyone even to stranger, in reality stranger does not exist because we all are ONE. Love everyone.

O my dwellers ! save me from your agonies and ruining activities which is apparently coming back to you only oneday.

where is my childhood gone ......

Those days of school going
sneaking away furtively, for a wide spree
prattling with wanton steps, marching prankfully
pulling hairs, cracking jokes, taunting sometime paddling.
No rules, No displines

Those days of playing Hide & Seek during twilight
far from homes into profusely farms or dilapidated places
hiding into ..... sometime grim & sometime adventurous
screaming playfully, dabbling notoriously.
Nothing to worry, Only freedoms & funs everywhere

where is my childhood gone ......

Those days of splashing wildly into pond during hot noon
swinging on shabby straps hanging down the trees
scouring streets .... fumbling refuses for used match-boxes
tearing apart, storing them like marbles & kites.
Nothing could bind, Only unlimited funs & merriments

Those nights filled with fascinating fables, legends by mother
sleeping on sweet melodious hmyns by her
teasing her, bullying her, worrying her
scuddling all around nakedly
stealing eatables, hid to eat into lonesome.
Nothing to dream, Only Happenings

where is my childhood gone ......

They lost away into multitude of ages like
Lily blossom the same day then ,
dry to death .........................

                                          -OWAIS

this poem " where is my childhood gone ...... " has genuinely concieved & devised by myself only, Hence please do not attempt to imitate for sale without my kind consent please do not.

In the caring & helping hands ,
In ONENESS, yes we are all ONE ,
In the well-wishing and Blessings others
In honesty and purity of things
when people integrates into Loves
when mother cuddle son/daughter after long part away
when true loves marries
hummings, murmurings and chirrups of birds
to sit around pond with feet under water and muse upon exquisiteness, genuinity, serenity
the winding n babbling of streams
the glinting rays falling on stones 
the silence n deep movement of river
glancing at gleaming stars in serene n dark night
sunrise, sunset and walk during morning into greens

When I heard my mom constantly crying and praying all the time when I was quite serious in ICU. asking every people to pray for my life and made to announce into mosques by clerics to pray for owais, she became so much concerned for me that she did not know when to eat or bathe or sleep just only praying n reading quran's verses.
this news made me so happiest ever of the loves of loves she hold for me, and so I hold for her too.

I detest criticisers, liers, malice people at once, I just do not feel to talk to them ever, here I may sound quite rude or selfish but I am so with them.
I think still there more than millions of people who starved to death, who diseased to death and whose penury led them die. we shall unite to curb these evils.
I believe in ONENESS very very much and isolate ONENESS as perfection toward humanity & enlightenment.
I think tyrannies in any form or upon anyone shall not persist at all.
I think empowerments to women shall be given and creation of free educations
I give very much importance to Loves, Honesty & friendliness moreover they are true essence of life.

the latent in oneself is the power of self-control, sacrifice, forgiving & kindness. hence I would inspire them to harness it. I would convoke people to follow moderation, generousness, loves and universal unity. I simply say follow the very simple and wise root for every good deeds by following  Be Good , Do Good .

Roads wearing deserted look,
hot dry winds blowing torrentially,
roads stew up severely from scorching & prickly heats.

still eyes spot unfortunate penuries,
scraggy, barefooted in patchy rags,
quenching thirst from contaminated waters of filthy tanks,
malnourished faces frown, prying sternly on riches,
nay abused and left as victim of ignorance.

some creeping stewed roads under boiling noons,
some fumbling deadly intoxicated heaps of garbages,
some lying into refuse bins, broken pipes,
handicapped crawling into dense crowds,
inhaling mist of dusts,
still no eyes throw mercies or helps.

good heaven ! wrecked tiny girls
labouring into kilns, furnace factories
being oppressed, molested & raped
get pregnant nay homeless & penurious already
so much sufferings into sufferings
darkness, pains, tyrannies only for them

                                                                                     -OWAIS

this poem " Unfortunates " has genuinely concieved & devised by myself only, Hence please do not attempt to imitate for sale without my kind consent please do not.

P.S   I am highly interested in repairing lifes of these street kids, please do come and we shall strive hard in making their lives a happy n healthy life, thank you.