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.
Garden gnomes were playing around,
The grass was green and flowers made sound,
“Hush,Hush see the colour of light,
You take blue, You take pink,I take brown.
Gnomes do not play easy games,
They are tricky, sometime friends.
From top of the hill, God looks upon us,
If he comes down we will surely blush.
He will make us newly made.
Gnomes will ask for many days.
But we will have his feet to shed.”
Adios!
My basket is full of words.
Each one is written on a card.
I picked up one,
Written “Better than”,
The next one was “Die”,
The third one was Oh! It was “love”.
The fourth one was “To”,
The fifth one was eh! It was “lie”,
Mesmerized, I made it like,
Love better than to die.
I closed my basket.
It was enough.
Someone may cry,
If you like it well enough,
Tomorrow again I may try.
Again.
Adios!
Missed the bus,
Tried the train,
Could not get in,
But it wasn’t in vain.
Had hot tea,
And had fresh made bun,
Waited again.
The train came chugging,
Into the station,
Like the smell of happiness,
Which is my gain.
Had I not missed the bus,
Had I tried the train,
I would have missed happiness,
Which is my only and only gain.
Adios!
My magic is not for all.
I give them,
TO whom I love more,
I saw your pain.
And know it is undue.
But what can I do?
How can I give it to you?
When did you pray
I called my magic,
I made it another wave.
I can’t control my delve.
And I ask for your help.
You thought me God,
And the sufferings are flowers
Being laid to his feet.
You grow more and more
With you love for God indeed.
I looked at me, glowing in knowledge.
What God eats, that even can be mine?
Do you know once he asked me to dine?
How can I be sure that he can make me pure?
Day by day I spent like this,
Even today I offered you the kiss.
God came and did not talk to me.
“Leave my children alone
AND DON’T DARE TO BE HERE ANY MORE.”
I stick to my judgement and I suck from you.
I am waiting for your God who will make me through.
Adios!
Sumit Babu is absent in the office. His chair is empty. I am looking at it again and again. We are class mates. He came two hours late, sweating, anxious and has to spare half a days salary. It is lunch break now. We eat lunch together and asked about the delay in a low, soft voice.
Sumit was opening his office bag to take out the lunch box and a very good smell of mango came out and filled the office room. Mangoes are such delicacies that after summer and till rains you will get them.
Sumit told me train was late as goods train they had to give preference. Two train’s office goers were in one train. Not being able to catch he train, he took the next train. Anyhow the mango smell was prevalent. Knowing that he was already late, he bought a Kg of mango from station market on the way. Sumit babu loves me. He took out a mango and offered me. Shirish sir was our friendly boss. Sumit got up and asked a knife from him (his drawer is full of so many things which are of importance and we need them frequently). All were eating their lunch in groups or alone. As Sumit cut the mangoes with knife, Shirish sir got up and came, jovially saying “Knife is mine, so is the mango. You should share with me.”
All our colleagues, even the peons were ultimately enjoying the mango party. It was a loud celebration of the early seasonal mangoes. Our office got over. Both of us would be going together till the station then we will take different lines. I told him,”Oh such a day as if we were children.” Sumit babu told me he did not get any piece. My face fell down, oh! My friend.
Basket full of mangoes, one or two vendors were selling at the step of the platform. Sumit babu bought from them and he bought litchi one bunch. I too bought them and felt happy.
In compensation next day at lunch, I and Shirish sir together gave a gulab jamoon and samosa treat to all our colleagues. Sumit smiled at me.
Adios!
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