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.
The tune which I heard,
Was so melodious,
That it came back to me again and again.
I practiced and practiced,
Lest it be forgotten,
As a superficial gain.
The tune which I heard,
Was a master piece,
Played by an excellent musician,
It’s such tunes which steal your heart,
But don’t make you insane.
Adios!
Playing in his mother’s lap,
The boy found a pound.
It was hidden in a toy,
Like a sailor’s gem,
He kept it safe and sound.
When time came,
He bought an eclairs chocolate for her.
And with a pen.
He wished her happy birthday,
And frolicked all around.
His mother was so proud,
That she nicknamed him “Pound”.
Adios!
Be happy again.
Be cheerful.
Please don’t cry,
Always say thy.
Be happy again,
Smile ever and ever,
Not like a mad man,
But like a small child,
Playing in his mother’s lap.
Adios!
Pure hearted is as rare as they say.
Who are they?
It’s very much unknown.
But pure hearted comes from a mother and father,
And from God.
It comes from nature,
From all blissful things.
It’s simply one’s prerogative,
To search for it again and again.
It’s already there,
Stop looking for it everywhere.
It’s love and that too,
Pure hearted,
So, let it be,
And be happy again.
Adios!
A rose and it’s petals,
Are as much as sync,
As a mother and her small child.
Neither would they part,
Nor would be different.
It’s like watching the sun,
Coming upon the horizon.
The sun never parts from the sky.
The only factor which remains,
Is love.
Pure hearted love.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 