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.
Evenings are such a time, when hunger rumbles in the stomach. It is a miraculous occurring of nature.
The whole day a man can survive with even tiny bit of food. But evenings are times which are altogether different.
So, to a beautiful evening better, simply apply a layer of peanut butter on a piece of bread and prepare a plate full of such breads and enjoy them with a nice hot cuppa of tea or coffee.
Adios!
Happy is the motto of life.
It is what keeps us going.
Only the best can happen.
Happy is the motto of life.
Happy food, happy festivals,
Happy days and happy living.
Be always happy,
And always live happily.
Happy and happy equals to very happy.
Try to live the life as the happiest.
Adios!
What is unlimited?
Life?
In a sense yes and as well as no.
What is unlimited?
Prosperity, dignity, money or fame?
None of these will last more than a few seconds.
Then what is so?
Out of all the things in this world,
Love and happiness are unlimited.
Being cheerful and happy is the motto of life.
Love which stems from the bottom of your heart,
Will last forever,
As long as you live.
What is unlimited?
Yourself.
Adios!
Little Mussy was selling flowers along the road.
The sight of her,
Captured my heart.
She reminded me of someone,
Whom I may have met somewhere along the many lives that I had.
I stopped and spoke to her.
Little Mussy would you be my friend?
Oh! Little Mussy,
You toil all day along.
The flowers in your basket are nice and wonderful,
Yet few buy them from you.
The cold is nearly ready to bite off our heads,
Yet you stand in it, so brave.
At my home, I have a fireplace,
Though I ain’t rich person,
But my fireplace is red warm and hot.
I live at a place,
Which is high up,
But my friends are very few.
Only my God, my son and my husband are my friends.
I don’t know dear little Mussy,
Why I feel so connected to you,
Maybe you were my daughter,
Maybe my friend,
Maybe we had cup of tea,
In some bygone lane?
These are the pasts.
The previous births,
Which has changed us all,
Yet our core remains the very same.
Little Mussy,
Sit near my me,
And tell me some wonderful tales.
How do you spend your days?
How many flowers are sold in a day?
Little Mussy,
My heart aches for you.
Have a smile always on your face,
Be innocent, be kind,
Never lose yourself in this world glum of unhappiness,
Always prosper,
Always feel your true self.
I am a mother too,
I know your pain.
Keep your child always happy.
Do you have a small sister?
Do you all stay together?
Give me a rose, a lily, a jasmine and a hibiscus.
It has been a journey into my past,
Meeting with you.
Little Mussy,
If had I a daughter,
Then she would have been like you.
My blessings are with you,
Be happy,
Do well in life,
Little Mussy.
Adios!
I wrote a poem.
A poem of love,
A poem of happiness.
A poem of marvel.
A poem of beauty.
A poem of style.
A poem of uniqueness
A poem of bliss.
A poem of tranquillity.
A poem of being free.
I wrote a poem,
Which touched everyone’s heart,
Yet it remained unknown.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 