27/05/2026
"The soul selects its own society,
Like rivers choosing where to flow,
Not every road can hold its silence,
Not every heart can help it grow.
It walks away from crowded voices,
From hollow words dressed bright and fair,
And seeks the ones whose quiet presence
Feels like a whispered answered prayer.
The soul is not deceived by faces,
Nor captured by the wealth of gold,
It listens deeper than the surface,
To gentle hands and spirits old.
Some souls are gardens full of mercy,
Where wounded hearts begin to heal,
And some are storms disguised as comfort,
That hide the pain they truly feel.
So the soul closes certain doorways,
Not out of hatred, fear, or pride,
But to protect the sacred fire
The heavens planted deep inside.
For peace is born through wise belonging,
And love grows pure where truth is free,
The soul selects its own companions
Its light, its path, its destiny."
| Insights by Kashaf Ul Rehman
