My friend Lark,
Is divine,
Is great.
He isn’t superfluous.
He is meticulous.
He is true.
He is worthy and worthwhile.
He is benevolent.
But he isn’t merciful to those who knowingly do wrong.
Beware of that.
And he is excellently beautiful.
Adios!
My friend Lark,
Is divine,
Is great.
He isn’t superfluous.
He is meticulous.
He is true.
He is worthy and worthwhile.
He is benevolent.
But he isn’t merciful to those who knowingly do wrong.
Beware of that.
And he is excellently beautiful.
Adios!

The red mountain,in the far off region of a plateau was all alone.
The area was dry with hardly any vegetation left. There wasn’t a single mountain,hill or tree in its vicinity.
The red mountain was full of iron, so it was even more precious, but hardly very few people came there.
Once three bandits came upon that hill. They found it very interesting, that a hill all alone, in a dry area, was perfect for their hideout.
But all the hell broke lose when they struck the first hoe.
“Who dares to strike a hoe on my mountain?” Reverberated a loud voice. The bandits became so scared that they all ran away.
But they couldn’t go much ahead. Their whole road was blocked by barricades. They became more scared.
“How dare you run away?” That same voice shouted again.
The bandits started crying.
“You strike a hoe on my mountain and start crying?” That voice asked them loudly.
The bandits shuddered and wet themselves.
Soon a team of angels came down upon that place and arrested those bandits and took them to hell, where they rotted for eternity.
The red mountain was a secret and shall remain so.
Adios!

The Serene Morning,
Awaits us all.
It has to be beautiful,
Cool,
Calm,
And wonderful.
The morning shows the day.
It has to bright,
Otherwise,
Everyone feels let down,
Like a fallen down kite.
The serene morning,
Gives us that boost,
Which makes us the most happiest and keeps us going and rocking.
Adios!
The Slightest excuse,
Is that,
“Please forgive me. I am extremely sorry.”
Other than that,
“Please excuse me”.
It’s a wonder that people say it, even when they are unconcerned.
For example,
“So sorry, the reservation is not available.”
Why would you be sorry, if any reservation is not available?
If you have done your job right, then all is well and good. You needn’t be sorry.
But courtesy teaches us that we must be sorry even if there isn’t a single fault of ours.
The slightest excuse is a big farce in truth, for if you don’t mean an excuse from your heart, it doesn’t mean a dime to anyone. But excuses aren’t meant to be from the bottom of one’s heart? Is it?
Adios!

Back Home.
The Glacier has melted,
And there is no time.
I am rushing towards the slope of the mountain.
I am rushing and rushing.
I am making the way.
I know I will become a river,
A river which gurgles,
Soon, I will be joining the valley.
My water would be coursing in between the valley.
But my home is far.
In the mountain region.
I feel like crying.
Soon, other rivers would be joining me.
The sun is telling me that I am going to the sea.
I am crying.
Sun is telling me, please don’t worry.
I will gather you.
It’s the Wheel and its play.
Please don’t feel sad.
I have been the Sun for eons and eons,
Living in a small space, but no one knows me.
No one understands
You are running and I am also running with you.
See there, a mother is crying who needs water for cleaning, drinking and for other purposes.
Her small baby needs to be washed and cleaned, but there isn’t a single drop of water.
That valley down there is drying up.
It has been praying to God, that “God please send us some water”.
Their pain is same with me.
Hope you understand my trouble.
You also work hard for Lord.
Who works with utmost dedication and hardships.
I tell Lord Sun that,
I have nearly become a river,
I have touched the valley now.
But instead of showing me their gratitude,
They are saying, ”Oh its you, after all you have come.”
They are highly ungrateful.
The Sun says,
Don’t be worried about them.
They are simply pulling your leg.
Congratulations on becoming a river.
Soon you will meet me,
Till that time,
Adios.
Adios!