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 beach is completely smoky, smogy and grey.
Passing by it feels a delay in making what maybe called a veil.
But you know, if the veil is gone,
It is the sea and the bay.
Completely amazed now.A mixture of rain and hope. Foam and water.Fish and antelope?
Nope.It is not Africa.
But might be the same with the African sea.
Sand and galore of water.
The fishermen are away.
Actually they are the dots on the horizon or near the bay.
Adios!
A beautiful lake,
Took away my breath.
We were mesmerised, we were stunned.
The lake was so beautiful,
That you couldn’t believe it,
Until you saw it.
The beauty, the magnificence is inexplicable.
Just feel it, see it through your mind’s eye and you will reach there.
Adios!
A good biscuit,
Fills my life.
Be it Sunday or Monday.
A good biscuit,
Gives such a relief,
That whether you are angry or happy,
All boils down to the fact that,
Whether the biscuit is crunchy or not.
Whether it can resist breaking down,
When dipped in tea.
If not, then change your biscuit.
If it can then, go to the kitchen make yourself a cup of tea.
And have it by dipping biscuit into it.
Adios!
Seesaw and me;
We go twee twaa twee.
The fun is great,
Then our play is made,
Like a ball on a spring,
Which keeps on jumping till it reaches,
The place,
From where the game begins.
Seesaw and me,
We are great friends.
We shall be a super duo,
If it lets me win everytime,
I have a try.
What’s there to lose?
It’s only to win.
Oh! My friend seesaw,
Please be more playful,
And everytime we play,
I am going to win.
Adios!
The rose is a power.
The petals have opened to a design,
Covering each other side by side.
One side covers the side of the another.
One after the another petals open and a rose is grown.
The secret is very close,
You can keep it at your heart.
The rose is a silence.
The rose is a colour of the light.
A bunch of rose is a glory.
The secret who does know,
Who is in love.
The fragrance, the style.
The muteness makes a person a poet for a while.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 