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.
I was flying today,
Looking for rice grains.
I landed on the spot where they,
Usually keep the rice grains for me.
But today it was plain bread,
With a bit of butter.
It has been a long time since I had white bread,
Since for few years it has been brown bread for me.
I was flying today……………
Adios!
When I saw you small,
Your mother was holding you in her arms.
You were so small that I couldn’t believe,
That my own child,
Has a different personality?
Your face was thoughtful.
No hair,
No eyelashes,
No eyebrows.
Your lips were reddish pink,
To say that “I am from a flower,
I am hidden in your soul,
I am hidden in mom’s soul.
Little time of somedays you give me,
I will play with you along.
I will make you sing.
I will make you dance.
You will be ecstatic,
But you will not have any chance.
And you will not have any time,
Sitting morose,
After the office,
You won’t be watching on TV,
Without watching me.
Then I will stand on my feet,
Start walking,
And you will be fathering me”.
Your mother gave you in my arms,
I felt so proud that I am your father.
And a father is a king.
He has so much to do.
It’s not like a farmer,
That the harvest he will cut.
It’s not like a boss,
Who shall make you run.
It’s not like a doctor,
Who will treat you and say “don’t cough”.
I am a father,
Almost I am a creator?
I am a father.
Now I watch.
Your fingers are like your mom.
Your small head reflects my pop.
Your ears are like my mother.
Oh! My Child,
When you will grow up,
You are all mine,
And I am your father.
Adios!
Not like other days I am at the window.
I am waiting for my son who is on the way home.
He is bringing a surprise for me.
Told me over the telephone with hush-hush.
I was excited and was waiting for him.
Four buses came and went but he was not seen.
Thousand things I imagined as surprise.
I called him again he said just wait a little.
Then my patience broke how long to wait.
The door bell rang, it was our maid.
Then came my son with a smile.
The surprise was a ceramic wok.
“I love you Ma.Tomorrow you fry potato and fish in this”.
A Thousand things we all want,
A Thousand things we all need.
A Thousand is a mere number.
As the want supercedes the things.
A Thousand things have been bought.
A thousand things will be formed.
A thousand things,
But nothing of gain.
Even in a million things,
A thing that remains missing,
Is what is needed for life to sustain,
And that is love.
Mother’s love, father’s love and above all God’s love.
Adios!
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