Month: July 2019

At the Inn,

I wrote a letter,

I didn’t have any rum,

Just some bread and butter.

At the Inn,

The room was nice and warm,

So were the fields.

There was an old sailor’s chest,

Put on display,

But the inn keeper said-“It’s only for show”.

The thought did cross my mind that once maybe it had a huge stash of treasure,

Or maybe a small pen and book.

At the Inn,

I found myself,

And went merrily towards my home.

Adios!

There was once a gobbling, who used to live alone with his dog.

His parents were in other country and his brothers and sisters were all married and lived their own life except him.

The goblin was named Pisto.

He had a job at a mine, where he was the incharge of ten sections.His salary was enough for him.

His dog was named Elite, and it ate four bones a day and ate a packet of biscuits, drank two bowls of milk.

Pisto took three months break and went for a world tour. First, he went to his mother and father’s place and stayed there for a month.

Then his real vacation started.

He went to other parts of the goblin world, and after spending a month visiting all the famous places, he went to visit his old friend, who was now ill and was barely managing his ends.

Pisto was very surprised to see his friend ill. Pisto immediately called for the Doctor Fairy, and got his friend treated at the fairy hospital. The treatment was for free, but Pisto did a pit stop on earth and paid for ten children’s healthcare bills, who were genuinely in need of help.

He was later commended by the Goblin king and was given the title of being a “Generous Goblin”.

The function was attended by his mother and father, brothers, sisters and their family and by other relatives who never even bothered to show their faces.

Pisto remained unaffected by it and continued his daily life as the incharge of the ten sections in a mine.

Adios!

There was a royal old stone,

Which was full of magic.

It belonged to the tall wizard,

Who would often rub his nose with it,

For after doing so,

Whenever he sneezed,

Gold would come out of his nose with his sneeze.

The gold was of pure quality.

But the wizard couldn’t sell a bit of it,

For the stone belonged to God,

And the wizard had to learn the lesson hard.

Soon, he had to return to Lord himself,

And when he met the One and Only One,

His head hung in shame,

And the Lord smiled,

And asked him to go back to his own abode.

The wizard was so greatly shocked that he couldn’t do any magic for ten years,

And when he started again,

It was only to entertain little children.

Hope like him,

Everyone learns the lesson. Adios!

Did you read my letter?

It wasn’t of something secret.

Not of love and kisses.

It was of truth and pain.

It was of highs and lows.

It was of beauty which can’t be got from make ups and mascaras.

It has to glow from within.

God’s love, is a thing which many complain about.

Either God loves me,

Or he doesn’t.

My letter is that truth,

Which enlightens myself,

Maybe you can see it,

Maybe you can’t.

But the road ain’t far off.

Read it with eyes that say,

Be properly prejudiced,

So that you are able to separate between right and wrong.

Be truthful,

Be honest.

Be kind,

And do reply back,

For letters which are not replied to,

Are meaningless,

Though being full of meaning.

Be happy.

Take care.

Adios!

N.B.- There are people who don’t reply to letters, and when asked they say,-“Oh! We were busy watching our favourite show, or brushing our shiny teeth or tiles on our floor, but in truth, they keep on reading the sent letter million times, like a shrewd child, who counts his chocolates and keeps them in his fridge without sharing it with others.