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.
By the train,
We shall make the journey.
It will be short as well as long.
By the train,
We shall ride the mountains,
See through the jungle.
A steam train shall be preferable.
We shall win the hearts of the clouds.
By the train,
We shall forage that relationship with the world,
That no one ever has.
By the train,
We shall ride and ride and ride.
Adios!
Creativity needs a spire,
Of thought,
Of happiness,
Of ideas,
Of beauty,
Of love,
And of inspiration.
To grow upon.
It needs to be strong.
Creativity is not a magic act,
Done in seconds.
It’s not as instant as instant noodles.
First of all, it needs heart.
Secondly, it needs focus.
Thirdly, a desire to create something.
Fourth it needs time.
Creativity is God’s grace and boon.
For without him,
The “C” of creativity wouldn’t exist,
Neither would humans,
Nor anything which we know of.
As a creator creates,
So does the “CREATOR”.
The relation is symbiotic.
The main difference is that,
His work is infinite, brilliant, superb, excellent, perfect, meaningful and full of love.
This writing is an ode to him.
Adios!
Been thinking,
That I am hungry.
That something spicy and tangy,
Needs to be had.
Shall it be a burger?
Shall it be a pizza?
Shall it be a hot dog?
Shall it be an egg roll.
Nah! There’s nothing better than a nice plate of rice and dal (lentils).
Adios!
The humidity has been flying high,
For it can’t be touched with anything except precipitation or dew.
Well who cares?
The humidity,
Suddenly felt the need for its presence to be felt,
It thought hard,
And the next day morning the residents woke up to a huge blanket of fog.
Now humidity asked-“How’s that? Now do you all care?”
Adios!
The old man said no,
To any help.
To any request.
To any thing,
Which required his thought to be fared.
The old man said no to the all good things,
He said-“I am all alone,
And let my “self” sing.
Let the birds fly,
Let the world say hi,
I am an old man,
With no one save my friend,
My “hurting back.”
The old man said no,
To one and all.
Had one last request,
He said-“Can I have a bowl of ice cream?”
Adios!
Before You Travel. 