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 Lily sings,
In the garden with bliss and might,
With the sun bestowing its grace,
Like a parent to its child.
The Lily has a friend in the Lord,
Who takes care of it,
The Lily to grow more and more,
And it wishes to become a plant doctor.
Lord smiles at its wishes
And he has promised to look after it forever and ever after.
Critics need no food.
Neither do they need any air.
Simply their mouth, feelings and thoughts ate enough to cause a disaster.
They are a living epitome of negatives.
Critics seldom are those who are true and they are God sent.
Critical review doesn’t mean that the thing is critical, contrarily it helps decode any wrongness done with good heart or a slightly twisted one either of the critic or the person or thing under review.
Adios!
Time has been going for a long period. History has been evolving with it.
Often history is reported distortedly as it is known in a distorted manner, but a place, a person leaves a trail of it.
History is not bound by any definition, thought or knowledge.It is what it is.
Heritages preserved, maintained with good deeds done are key in pertaining such culture, dynasty and life.
Visit to any place of historical importance brings infront of eyes its all importance.
Any place which has a rich history has God’s grace if wrong has not been done on its folks.
Adios!
Witty learning,
Is for many,
But its application is unknown or people remain unaware of how to apply it correctly.
Witty learning,
Is an application of the mind,
Both in terms of learning and using it.
Many things can be said about being witty,
That man is witty or that person is witty enough,
But seldom have I come across such persons who truly are.
Witty learning comes handy in entrance exams
And most of all in life.
Adios!
A pack of Macaws,
Flew past my house.
The red macaw flew ahead,
With the green ones flying behind.
They were headed for a mango groove
And they had mangoes to their fill.
Then the macaws flew next to the crows,
Who were flying for the dumping ground.
The pack of macaws at last flew away to the open air,
Back to their homes.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 