This site is as about the inspiration I get, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers, which receive light when asked to God.
Every Moment I need you.
Every moment I think of you.
Every moment I see you.
Every moment I bless you.
Every moment I play with you.
Every moment I dance for you.
Every moment I pray for you.
Every moment is a journey,
Which I take for you.
As you hadn’t been,
So wouldn’t have I.
So all the moments that I have,
Are only for you and you.
Adios!
The holidays were such a time when we all cherished each and every moment of it. The holidays meant breaking free from the rigidity of daily life. The fun in packing bags and suitcases is a bit tedious but the true fun lies in slinging on the bag pack and getting ready for the journey. Getting onto a train, making the berth for sleeping is another fun which my father used to do for me. Once or twice I have made a crumpled berth for sleeping. Waking up early in the train, watching the green fields and having omelettes from the train pantry is fun beyond words. At home many of us make faces and say-“Omelettes. Can’t we have macaroni and cheese?” But there is no greater fun than having omelette with bread, a chunk of butter and cold water.”
Flight journeys were a rare privilege which once in two years we could afford. The best part of holidays were of visiting my maternal grandmother. Those days were golden. She was a ball of pure love.
Such were my beautiful holidays.
We just simply miss them.
Be happy and have holidays. Hope that very soon we too shall have one and more than one.
Adios!
Spring Has Come,
Oh! How very fine.
Flowers will bloom,
Mustard fields will be full of yellow shine.
Spring has come,
Kites will be flown,
Trees will swing with happiness.
All will say,
“It’s springtime, it’s springtime.”
Spring has come,
So have the exotic birds.
Bird watchers are gathering at such places,
Where migratory birds come and
They look very grand and extremely fine.
Spring has come,
So have the holidays,
But before that exams have to be given,
Without which students can’t say,
“Hip, Hip, Hooray.”
Spring time is a beautiful time,
Which we all like.
It is the time of festivals,
Of happiness and of sheer Joy.
Springtime has come,
So it has.
Adios!
Where is it?
Where have you kept it?
Is it something which could have got lost so easily?
Where is it?
Is it a dime?
Where is it?
That you couldn’t find.
What is it?
Is it thine?
Where is it?
Please be kind.
So that we can find it,
And last of all dine.
Adios!
His Time,
We waited upon.
His time,
We spend our days laughing,
When he came to teach us maths,
We laughed.
When he came to teach us physics,
We sang,
When he said –“Time’s up.”,
We ran amok.
His time,
Was the golden time for us,
As he was our best teacher,
Whom we all loved very dear.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 