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 ex-wife would party hard.
She would rock the tables,
And knock off the shards.
The ex-wife,
Who was the chief of the party,
Which wasn’t economical,
And It was hard to arrange such a party.
At last the ex-wife,
Wrote a letter,
To her former husband.
Who thought over it (her proposal),
And found things were going apart for her.
They got married,
And had four kids.
Now they are thinking whether to get divorced or not.
Adios!
For the mine,
The miner bought a hat.
While buying it he sought,
Everything with it.
For the mine,
The miner bought the coat.
What he would use it for,
Was unknown to all.
His happiness in the mine,
Was self-sufficient and combined.
He became the miner of the season,
And brought home happiness and thyme. Adios!
Adios!
She is pestering me.
Give me money,
Give me rice.
Give me food.
Give me burgers.
She is definitely pestering me.
Take me to the movies.
Buy me jewelry.
Spend more money on me.
Is she mad?
Yes, she is.
She is pestering me.
Buy me onions.
Buy me ginger.
I think “give me and buy me” are two distinct entities.
Buy me noodles.
Buy cold drinks,
Something with a dew, which is more fizzy.
Buy me rubber band,
Buy me electronic items.
Buy me a brand new phone.
Again, buy me a new phone,
Then with 64 GB RAM.
Take me to Dubai.
Fly me to The grand city of New York.
Will she pay the air fare, hotel and other expenses?
Ofcourse not!
She is a pesterer, a leech.
A good for nothing.
Well, she is pestering me.
I have trying hard to avoid her,
But I couldn’t.
Who is she?
She is mind.
Under whose veil everyone works.
Adios!
Tributaries,
Are a wonder of nature.
From a river,
Either big or small,
Flow around the laid said path,
Quenching the thirst and needs of millions who come in her way.
Sometimes, a tributary makes new paths and way,
It is the beauty and miracle of the lord that,
He blesses the humanity,
Though they are much far apart.
Like a tributary, Lord himself is unknown,]
Who knows?
One day,
When he might show himself,
Beholden in his majestical wooden throne.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 