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.
Did you have a bite of lunch?
I haven’t till now.
A bite of lunch,
Maybe of a sandwich,
Maybe of a burger,
Maybe of a bar of chocolate,
Maybe of a spoonful of rice and dal.
A bite of lunch,
Is a sense of satisfaction,
That yes! Lunch is to be had or is being had.
A bite of lunch,
Is food and bliss.
Which results in a beautiful and happy smile.
Adios!
Little Mussy was selling flowers along the road.
The sight of her,
Captured my heart.
She reminded me of someone,
Whom I may have met somewhere along the many lives that I had.
I stopped and spoke to her.
Little Mussy would you be my friend?
Oh! Little Mussy,
You toil all day along.
The flowers in your basket are nice and wonderful,
Yet few buy them from you.
The cold is nearly ready to bite off our heads,
Yet you stand in it, so brave.
At my home, I have a fireplace,
Though I ain’t rich person,
But my fireplace is red warm and hot.
I live at a place,
Which is high up,
But my friends are very few.
Only my God, my son and my husband are my friends.
I don’t know dear little Mussy,
Why I feel so connected to you,
Maybe you were my daughter,
Maybe my friend,
Maybe we had cup of tea,
In some bygone lane?
These are the pasts.
The previous births,
Which has changed us all,
Yet our core remains the very same.
Little Mussy,
Sit near my me,
And tell me some wonderful tales.
How do you spend your days?
How many flowers are sold in a day?
Little Mussy,
My heart aches for you.
Have a smile always on your face,
Be innocent, be kind,
Never lose yourself in this world glum of unhappiness,
Always prosper,
Always feel your true self.
I am a mother too,
I know your pain.
Keep your child always happy.
Do you have a small sister?
Do you all stay together?
Give me a rose, a lily, a jasmine and a hibiscus.
It has been a journey into my past,
Meeting with you.
Little Mussy,
If had I a daughter,
Then she would have been like you.
My blessings are with you,
Be happy,
Do well in life,
Little Mussy.
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!
A Flower which won’t wilt,
Needs a lot of care and love.
A flower which won’t wilt,
Needs to have God’s light.
A flower which won’t wilt,
Will always have the angels as it’s friend.
A flower which won’t wilt,
Will always be happy and prospering.
A flower which won’t wilt,
Is the one which we all need,
As flowers are Gift from God,
And if they remain happy,
We too shall remain happy.
Adios!
Flowers are the beings who make us laugh, make us happy and help us to be in sync with ourselves. Roses are a symbol of universal love. If you ever present a person with a rose, it will instantly bring a smile to his or her face and if a bouquet is given to person, it is bound to make them overjoyed. Only a dumb and sarcastic person will not appreciate the beauty and the magnificence of it.
Now a days, there are various type of roses available, but a rose be it any, brings a huge smile and happiness to a home and a person.
In the same way the flowers themselves need to be happy to survive, to prosper and to grow more beautifully ever and ever.
A flower, early in the morning smiles and becomes very happy in the morning, when it receives sunlight, water and all the love from God Almighty. They shine and bask in God’s light and love and that is the only food that keeps them cherished and happy, without which they can hardly survive.
Sunflower, rose, lily, hibiscus, lotus, tulip,marigold, etc., have one thing in common and that is they all are always happy and they make everyone very happy including God, the atmosphere, the hemisphere, babies, men and women old or young.
If you ever get to smell them, as and when they are plucked fresh, you will find that their smell is reinvigorating, nice and so fresh, that all your pain, stiffness and unhappiness vanishes away in a jiffy.
Sunflowers are the best example of a happy flower.At night, they go to sleep with their petals closing in, but as soon as the first ray of sunlight reaches them, the petals start opening up one by one and slowly- slowly as the sun reaches it’s brightness, the sunflower blooms.
A blooming sunflower is the most natural and significant symbol of happiness.
Anyone who has a garden or a nursery and a has a patch where a lot of sunflowers grow, that person can always have a happy morning, if he or she takes just a glance at those blooming sunflowers.
God’s creation and his mercy is infinite. In the smaller things are the balls of happiness and peace hidden. The more you want, the less happy you become.
A happy flower won’t ask for anything more, as it has reached the zenith which each and everyone wants and has to reach to.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 