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.
Either rain or there won’t be gain.
For how shall the harvest grow?
How shall the lakes be filled?
Who shall quench the thirst?
Where shall the small children get their daily quota of fun from?
From the dry scintillating heat?
Or from the soul relieving, thirst quenching rain?
Either rain or no gain,
Do believe it,
For the kind God above,
Has always provided rain for the mankind,
When it is most needed.
For truly it’s,
Either rain or it’s no gain.
Adios!
The city of Porto Alegre is located in Brazil.
The Slightest excuse,
Is that,
“Please forgive me. I am extremely sorry.”
Other than that,
“Please excuse me”.
It’s a wonder that people say it, even when they are unconcerned.
For example,
“So sorry, the reservation is not available.”
Why would you be sorry, if any reservation is not available?
If you have done your job right, then all is well and good. You needn’t be sorry.
But courtesy teaches us that we must be sorry even if there isn’t a single fault of ours.
The slightest excuse is a big farce in truth, for if you don’t mean an excuse from your heart, it doesn’t mean a dime to anyone. But excuses aren’t meant to be from the bottom of one’s heart? Is it?
Adios!
Sorry is itself Sorry.
For being invented.
It says “Forgive me. I had no intention of being invented.
I don’t know who invented me.
I am so much in use,
That I have lost my identity.
I am about to visit a dentist,
So that he can see how sorry I am.
Please, forgive me.
Don’t use me anymore.
Say pardon, say anything.
But don’t use my name.
I am really, really,
Truly, very, very sorry.
Adios!
Back Home.
The Glacier has melted,
And there is no time.
I am rushing towards the slope of the mountain.
I am rushing and rushing.
I am making the way.
I know I will become a river,
A river which gurgles,
Soon, I will be joining the valley.
My water would be coursing in between the valley.
But my home is far.
In the mountain region.
I feel like crying.
Soon, other rivers would be joining me.
The sun is telling me that I am going to the sea.
I am crying.
Sun is telling me, please don’t worry.
I will gather you.
It’s the Wheel and its play.
Please don’t feel sad.
I have been the Sun for eons and eons,
Living in a small space, but no one knows me.
No one understands
You are running and I am also running with you.
See there, a mother is crying who needs water for cleaning, drinking and for other purposes.
Her small baby needs to be washed and cleaned, but there isn’t a single drop of water.
That valley down there is drying up.
It has been praying to God, that “God please send us some water”.
Their pain is same with me.
Hope you understand my trouble.
You also work hard for Lord.
Who works with utmost dedication and hardships.
I tell Lord Sun that,
I have nearly become a river,
I have touched the valley now.
But instead of showing me their gratitude,
They are saying, ”Oh its you, after all you have come.”
They are highly ungrateful.
The Sun says,
Don’t be worried about them.
They are simply pulling your leg.
Congratulations on becoming a river.
Soon you will meet me,
Till that time,
Adios.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 