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 less it is,
The more you can spend,
Be it dollars,rupees, pound or yen.
A mango lollipop is thousand times better than a costly gift,
It’s the matter of the heart,
Which makes one sick of it.
The less it is,
The more you can have,
There is no one to stop you,
None to say “NO”,
But the more you have,
Everyone will say,
“Oh! you have more!”
It’s a matter of utmost stupidity,
The less it is,
It’s beautiful, neat and clean.
Adios!
Everything was to be as beautiful,
As it needed to be.
It was quiet discerning,
That it didn’t turn out to be.
The less it is,
More the merrier.
For life isn’t everlasting,
It is bound to change for ever and ever.
All good can happen,
All cheers can arrive,
The only thing which doesn’t stay stagnant,
Is youth and the beloved time of our childhood life.
Everything was to be,
Brilliant, excellent, marvellous and cheerful,
But all are waiting for it to come,
As the world suffers forever and ever.
Adios!
I Am A Mountain Flower.
I sing,
I dance,
I twirl,
I cheer.
The butterflies come and visit me.
So do the bees,
I am not bothered by them,
For they are free.
Few of them are my friends,
I ain’t like the rest.
I am a mountain flower,
And proud to be,
Without having any crest.
I am enchanted with the mountain’s beauty,
With the birds flying over it.
The mountain never gets bored of me,
For I don’t give it a test.
A few days back,
A lion asked the mountain to scratch it’s back.
The mountain gave a silent laugh,
And the angry lion went off with a forceful huff and puff.
I am mountain flower.
It’s my pride and honour to be one.
For how many flowers in the whole world,
Can be one?
The mountain and it’s residents such as the grasses, birds, fruits and flowers love me a lot and I love them back.
We all are good friends,
Save that rascal Jack.
He is a parakeet,
And always says to me-“Krack, Krack, Tack, Tack, Jack, Jack.”
He can’t be my friend,
So, I don’t bother with him,
But one day he shall need my help,
But I wouldn’t help him.
He must apologize.
I am a mountain flower,
So are many of my friends,
But few of us are besties,
Which we shall be forever.
The mountain is my best friend,
And we all love him,
Our love grows,
Day and night,
So does our unity,
For ever and ever,
The mountain will prosper,
So shall I,
As I am a mountain flower,
Just beneath the sky.
Adios!
Is it a day?
Has the Sun risen?
Has the Sun shined?
Is the breakfast ready?
Or is it still getting fried?
Have the shops opened?
Are the jobs ready?
Is there traffic on the way?
Or are the cabs and cars incessantly honking?
Keeping the streets lively and busy.
Is it lunch time yet?
I am feeling hungry.
It’s still thirty minutes to lunch break,
Yet the hunger is rising in my stomach like anything.
I have had my lunch, five minutes early.
There is still work left to do,
But I am feeling sleeping,
Now, it’s five minutes to closing and the day is still alive.
I want to go back home to watch the cricket match as soon as the bus arrives.
The bus arrives five minutes late,
I reach home a bit early.
The match has not yet started,
So hurray!
The night has come fast and the match has got over,
It’s time for me to sleep,
Is the day over?
I asked my mind this.
And it replied-“Nah-It’s still alive”,
But my mind asked me,
“Is it a day?”
Adios!
Do you know how to play?
How to sing a song?
How to say it is a day?
Play the game of cards,
But it should be nice,clean and sober.
Play the game of happiness,
Which does exist but remains unknown forever.
Play the game of jigsaw puzzle,
Which can rattle your brain quiet a bit.
Do you know how to play?
To play the game of cricket in a fair way.
To play football as if all were disciplined gentlemen.
Do you know how to play?
Anything worthy of playing?
Play all games with fair justice and be truthful.
For there is nothing best than seeing a game played with truth,integrity and honour.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 