People in nutshells

-played on my wonderful ukulele-

Nutshell flourish

Never judge a nut by its shell

you never know what tasty thing is hiding under pain, shame, fear

bad experience makes you who you are

can’t change the way you grew

you’re individual

keep it real

be yourself

and you’ll see how you flourish

flourish, flourish, flourish

 – Pina

Everybody’s story is different, but we all need a home.

Vancouver

Bukahara – New Home

I will come to a point in my life
When I decide not to hide anymore

I will pack my bag
And leave my friends
My home
Leave everything
And go away

I will be strong
I will be proud
And not afraid of anything that will come along
And I promise you I make my way through the day
And through the night
With a smile on my face
I leave this dirty place
To find myself a new home
And if anybody wants to know
Where I am
Tell him
I’m gone to find myself
A new home

I will eat what I get
And sleep outside
Cause I won’t need anything
There will be no space
And be no time
And I will try
To be myself
And I will live in harmonie
With everything that surrounds me
I will have good days
I will have bad days
But I will feel alive
With a smile on my face
I leave this dirty place
To find myself a new home
And if anybody wants to know
Where I am
Tell him
I’m gone to find myself
A new home
A new home
A new home
A new home
I will miss my friends
And miss my home
Cause I will be
Alone
I will ask myself
For many times
If that is worth
To be free
But then I will remind myself
Of what I’m looking for
With a smile on my face
I will go to another place
To find myself a new home
And if anybody wants to know
Where I am
Just tell him
I’m gone
To find myself
A new home

For a good-night-sleep and a happy life

bed with beach view

Be careful about what you let yourself get in touch with before you go to bed.

The actions you take, the music you listen to, the things you watch evolve in your thoughts that your brain is marinated in over night.

When you dream, your brain can’t differentiate between your visions, fears, wishes and REALITY. It’s about you what you let become your reality.

So pick the ingredients of your marinade wisely, my love.

What you focus on expands.

My brother from a pakistani mother


Never met a person comparable to you

who sees the world the way you do

understands the riddles to explain I try

you – with a horizon like the miraculous sky


Never had talks like I have with you

sitting on the balcony the whole night through

deeper than any treasure the ocean could hide

with you I swim to banks of my innermost mind


Never learned from a person as wise as you

With that I mean the stories besides the poo

You and me in your room, smoking weed, get high

Book of Eli? Nahin, I prefer book of Ahmadbhai

Let's make the world a better place