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.
Sprinkled coriander,
Makes the dish so beautiful.
It feels as if the food is made with the utmost love and care.
Sprinkled coriander,
Brings out the aroma,
Gives an additional flavour of wonderful taste.
Sprinkled coriander is a beauty,
One simply needs to know about it.
Adios!
A gust of wind,
Blew my hair.
All the strands stood up,
Like a writer’s flare.
A gust of wind,
Blew the wrappers of my donut,
Leaving the sticky cream of the donut on my hands.
A gust of wind,
Brought a leaf Into my hands,
Which was red in colour,
And it was from a Maple branch.
A gust of wind,
Blew our pain away,
And filled those gaps with bliss, happiness and light.
Adios!
You go to my town.
People are there golden brown.
Blue and black are their eyes.
Yes,
My town is famous,
Famous for long trees,
Famous for small hills.
Once, a king kept there his crown.
Slept, a long sleep.
Looked for far,
And planted trees.
The king’s place is the fort now.
The place where he used to hunt,
They have made an enclosure,
Beneath the sun.
And now call it an animal park.
The brown people mostly laugh,
They are old stuff.
You know them,
They are all friendly and helpful.
And have known many good stories.
Will you go to my town?
Will you go and pick some Margosa leaves?
Will you give me my name,
If they have remembered me.
Will you pay homage to my town?
My legs can’t climb the hills.
Can’t shake hands with the browns.
Looking at the starry sky,
I try to remember,
Where I learnt noun, verb and pronoun.
Adios!
In the ongoing 2019 Cricket World Cup, yesterday India defeated by 36 runs.
India had scored 352 runs losing only five wickets, while Australia managed only 316 runs and they lost all ten wickets.
Well done, Team India.
Adios!
The mighty rain has finally arrived.
With him have come humongous thunder and Lightning.
Oh! Their ferociousness.
It took all the courage,
To stand under their mighty roar.
The trees swayed,
The wind blew,
At a high speed,
But it was the common man,
Who had to pass through and with it.
Oh! Lord, rain the much-needed rain has come.
It must wash the pains and
Give us relief from the all-powerful and ever scintillating heat.
But it is good that the rain has arrived.
Now the good times for us begin.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 