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.
Is it legible?
Is it true?
Can it be seen?
Where have you been?
Is it legible?
Is it worthwhile?
Don’t you see the day shining?
Can’t you see the rain perspiring?
Is it fun?
Are you offline?
See around,
Look around.
For it is legible,
And you are definitely worthwhile.
Adios!
The Beard,
Is an intellectual property.
To each man,
It’s his creation and design.
It’s his identity,
And his uniqueness.
The beard,
Gives out a whole lot of machoism,
But I will let you on a huge secret.
Most men don’t like moustaches.
It’s a burden.
But no one like to be called a baby boy.
In truth that’s what each and every man is.
The beard needs to be trimmed, managed and looked after,
And if there is a change in its style or design,
Then it brings out a lot of questions in others minds.
The beard,
Is much of a nuisance than being of any help.
The beard,
Is not anything of which one can be proud of.
Rather it is the by-products of the hormones.
It is better to be cartoon,
Than being a man with a bunch of beard hair,
Which is tiresome,
Needs to be cropped,
The sooner you trim it off,
The lesser it will be known.
Adios!
A bit Of salt,
Nourishes the food,
It adds taste,
And brings out the flavours in a food.
A bit of salt,
Is very important,
For had there been less salt in your food,
It would be nice and necessary to add some more.
A bit of salt,
Is as good as anything else,
For without salt,
Can a dish be savoury?
Salt is God’s grace,
On us the humans.
And least of all a person should have his food,
In taste,
With happiness,
And with grandeur,
But the grandeur should be of mind,
Not of ego
Not of wealth,
It’s a bit salt,
Add it to taste.
Adios!
With happiness,
A bird sings its songs.
With happiness,
All rest along.
With happiness,
The day begins.
With happiness,
The sun sets again.
With happiness,
A child calls out to his mother.
With happiness,
A flower blooms.
With happiness,
The light spreads.
The happiness,
The food is made.
With happiness,
All play tic-tac-toe.
With happiness,
The world goes around,
With happiness,
Go to bed while singing a song.
With happiness,
Happiness begins,
But are you truly happy?
It’s unknown and unseen,
But the light of happiness,
In your heart,
Is lighted,
And if kindled,
All happiness,
May and surely begin.
Adios!
I got up early this morning,
And made our bread.
It was plain and simple,
Without any spread.
The bread tasted marvellous and nice.
So did the butter.
Thus, the early mornings are beautiful,
For they help us make our bread and butter.
And guides us all to live better and happier.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 