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.
Two sides of a mind,
One up,
One down,
Both are fine.
Just be careful,
Don’t misplace it.
For mind,
Which is not in it’s place,
Shall rotate and spin,
But not within,
And definitely shan’t be what can be called a “mind”.
Adios!
Something of a Mind,
Which I can’t find,
It rhymes,
On it owns,
But lest it be thine.
Something of a mind,
Is very kind,
It ain’t sunshine,
But it is after all,
Something of a mind.
Adios!
Are you old?
Are you sleeping?
Are you old of mind?
Are you old of body?
Are you truly old?
Or it’s simply the digs?
Or the economy?
Sometimes it does truly suck,
To be old,
But the young ones are more older than the original ones.
And the digital world has had its contribution,
In making them so,
The congratulations to the ones who have become old,
Much before their time.
So, the question still persists,
Are you old?
Or is it bohemia?
Adios!
A sparrow hopping around,
Was having a lot of fun,
The rains had subsided half an hour ago,
And it had been asleep when the rains were on,
So, by God’s grace it hadn’t become wet.
Now, it was free,
And it splashed tiny bits of water here and there.
But waking up from its sleep,
It didn’t search for food,
Instead like a small kid,
Began playing and played until it wanted to.
For the first time, in my life,
I saw a sparrow playing so merrily without being perturbed,
Or without chirping.
It hopped and hopped and hopped.
Blessed are the little ones,
For they are truly the ones within their self.
Adios!
It has been raining continuously for three days. The rain had stopped in the morning for few hours,
but the skies looked angry. It seemed as if the clouds would burst out any moment.
Palpitations among people were visible early in the morning. Those who had gone to their offices, were ditching their bosses and returning home as fast as possible without even stepping in the periphery of their offices.
I was simply looking at the situation from a viewer’s perspective and found that the situation was not normal for anyone and the rain was truly the king making everyone think of their cosy homes.
Amongst those who were in the spate of returning fast home, I saw a young father carrying his son and he was walking rapidly, and the traffic couldn’t disturb him. He walked in a fast, steady pace.
They too seemed to be in a hurry to go back home.
The way the father had taken up his son in his lap astonished me for the son was aged about six-seven years of age, and maybe the son was tired, so his father was carrying him. It unusual for a parent to carry their children when they have crossed the age of three or four, and the distance he already walked wasn’t less either. The road’s other end was at a far off end.
Rain brings so many memories, so much happiness, so much glee, but it also brings out human nature, which is of love, care and bond.
Adios!
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