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.
A motto is to lead a person.
A motto is to find one’s self out.
A motto is to rule the hearts of the people,
To guide all,
To stand behind all.
A motto,
Demands hardwork, motivation,
Respect and care.
A motto,
Is the insignia of an institution,
Which leads by its sayings,
As a path to follow.
A motto,
Is the bright light by which a person,
Grows up to be what he or she is. Adios!
Many months ago,
I got a pen.
It had it’s own style.
It would write about hills and squirrels.
About long lost rivers and sights.
About those water,
Whose flow would quench the thirst of all.
One day it mesmerized,
Made me think in wonder.
Did it have a life of its own?
As it could write without stopping.
It would tell me of those destinations,
Where thunder would rock the heavens,
Yet the people went to their work,
For there the rain was their friend.
The pen could go on and on.
A day came when I noticed,
It wasn’t me who was the creator,
But my beloved pen. Adios!
A love story without love,
Caused much humour,
Evoked few emotions.
A love story without love,
Is and was the inner wealth,
Of the writer.
Who didn’t feel love anywhere.
He was advised by his audience that love is,
And will be.
A new born child is a prominent example.
Well the writer was thick headed,
And didn’t find any love anywhere.
But unknowingly a little child installed the software of “love”,
Inside him.
Their story follows:-
The child was of eight years age and the only son of a music arranger who used to work.
One day while the writer was doing some work back stage, due to being on an empty stomach since the morning, he had fainted. There was nobody around, as an act was going on. The boy was looking here and there when he noticed the writer fainting. He tried waking him up once or twice but to no avail. Little did he waste any time and he called out to his father to come over urgently. They had to take the writer to the doctor, who said there was nothing to worry. The man who wasn’t head over heels in love with anything, fell in love with his writing and he became much better writer.
He grew up to be much better person, writer and the little boy who had that day saved his life, remained his friend forever. He followed his father’s footsteps, but he got fame and became a famous music composer.
The last two lines is the future written in the present.
Adios!
A man went to the bazaar and asked a for big red snapper.
He bought it and went home.
Wouldn’t you believe it. The snapping he had from his wife for buying her “unfavourite” red snapper was simply unimaginable.
Adios!
A petal said to a water frog-“Have you filed your tax returns?”
The water frog-“Nah! I barely earned anything.”
Adios !
Before You Travel. 