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.
In the same way,
The sun rises.
In the same way,
A person sings.
In the same way,
A ball rolls.
In the same way,
A time plays.
In the same way,
A tune plays.
In the same way,
Time goes.
In the same way,
Artists draw.
In the same way,
People play.
In the same way,
A doctor treats.
In the same way,
The universe moves.
In the same way,
Our friend Lark loves us,
And we love him.
Adios!
See the river is blue,
Blue is the sky.
Blue is the mountain.
Blue is my favourite.
The dark blue sea calls me.
Its waves have played with me.
It has a greenish tinge.
Many times, I was on a cruise.
It calls me to say,
That world has changed
It is safer than before.
Blue are the macaws.
They eat their chosen fruit.
Blue are my dreams.
When I write my thoughts.
Blue berries are my favourite with boiled eggs.
Indigo crystals, cause me triumph.
Now a days, they colour their hair blue,
But the blue feather of any peacock,
Is different than any other blue.
Blue is my watch dial.
It gives me time true.
I love blue.
Adios!
Are you purely pure from your heart?
If yes, then go and wash your face.
For you are lying,
With everything that you have,
Including your “self”.
But that ain’t all.
Heart is such a beautiful thing,
Which connects us with everything beautiful, nice and good.
It sometimes even attracts to things which are not desirable.
But it touches our base with Lord himself.
Only he can make you purely pure of the heart.
So, don’t worry,
Instead be truthful and happy.
Adios!
The red mountain,in the far off region of a plateau was all alone.
The area was dry with hardly any vegetation left. There wasn’t a single mountain,hill or tree in its vicinity.
The red mountain was full of iron, so it was even more precious, but hardly very few people came there.
Once three bandits came upon that hill. They found it very interesting, that a hill all alone, in a dry area, was perfect for their hideout.
But all the hell broke lose when they struck the first hoe.
“Who dares to strike a hoe on my mountain?” Reverberated a loud voice. The bandits became so scared that they all ran away.
But they couldn’t go much ahead. Their whole road was blocked by barricades. They became more scared.
“How dare you run away?” That same voice shouted again.
The bandits started crying.
“You strike a hoe on my mountain and start crying?” That voice asked them loudly.
The bandits shuddered and wet themselves.
Soon a team of angels came down upon that place and arrested those bandits and took them to hell, where they rotted for eternity.
The red mountain was a secret and shall remain so.
Adios!
The Serene Morning,
Awaits us all.
It has to be beautiful,
Cool,
Calm,
And wonderful.
The morning shows the day.
It has to bright,
Otherwise,
Everyone feels let down,
Like a fallen down kite.
The serene morning,
Gives us that boost,
Which makes us the most happiest and keeps us going and rocking.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 