Diya Alwani

Hustle in the streets, where the streets don't sleep. Man chases coins  with souls buried deep. Running so fast from dawn till night, To fill the plates  and to keep the light. In endless hustle they've lost their way, Forgetting the dawn  when they used to pray. Their feet keeps moving  but the path's unclear, The final destination  is lost in fear. For all the riches he may gain, Can't heal his soul caught in this chain. For in the end the journey's true, It's not in the gold, but in the soul's view. So pause and breathe and feel the grace, reconnect with the one in a holy place.

Have you ever considered the analogy of a prism reflecting colors to illustrate how humans reflect their identities? The word 'Human' reminds us of the bunch of energies existing in a concise form. This energy reflects something when in contact with any other form of energies. Human reflects his nature when interacts with any other entity present in this world and this reflection is always different with different entities whether it be of same scientific specie. The bond a person shares with another is different from person to person and this is where he is known to reflect according to the situation or according to the reciprocity with the entity around him. He acquits as a spectrum full of discrete recognition. To be compatible with others, we need to change our ways of interaction, which further helps in an uncomplicated livelihoods. There is no harm to interchange our identities as it is the part of our survival and we  need to accept and acclaim it. A human does not suffe...