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.
An evening of lights,
In a distant place,
Was new to the old homers.
They were happy fellows,
Who ate burgers,
For lunch.
And apples for dinner.
The lights indeed did change their lights,
But nonetheless they were people,
Who loved old things and new ones which,
Seemed to be prospering,
Made them more merrier.
Adios!
A light in the dark,
Illumines many,
Spreads an unknown radiating warmness,
That dispels light itself.
Darkness itself is a form of light.
Just like our heart,
Which though should be full of bright light,
Sometimes tries to diversify,
Yet as God exists,
Light does find its way in our hearts.
Sometimes lighting a candle simply gives light, bringing in much needed cheer, happiness and relief.
Adios!
An old stone building,
Stands like a tall candy,
Coming out here and there.
The stones are asymmetrical,
Their sharp edges,
Peeking out of the main structure,
As if they want their own individuality.
The building’s quite old,
Maybe an era or two has gone away,
But it stands as a reminder to everyone,
That-“I am still here.Don’t forget about me.”
Adios!
This morning, I was surprised to see a small brown coloured pie on my plate.
I was very surprised. As I was staring at my plate, Ma asked me that what was I staring at?
I replied-“Is this a pie Ma?”
Ma said “Yes”.
I poked around a bit and saw that it was filled with cream and it was steaming hot and was soft and spongy.
As soon as I digged into it, the cream came gushing out.
I felt as if I was in fantasy land.
Ma’s homemade creame tasted excellent and the whole thing was beautifully crafted and wonderfully made.
Any chef would bow down to it.
Believe me that taste is still lingering in my mouth.
Ah! That was definitely a marvellous and a new breakfast.
Adios!
An old wall,
At the edge of a new compound,
Brings in the sunrise,
With a stupendous glow over the fields.
There is an apple tree 🍎 🌳,
Which blooms for most of the year.
As the sunrays grace the fields,
The apples glow as if they were made b the creator.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have them.
Adios!
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