This site is about the inspiration I get everyday, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers which receive light when asked to God.
The ride to Paris,
Is quite a hyped one.
The this and that,
The big things which happen there,
Are more mental than being truthful.
But yes, it’s a dream to once go there,
To see the city,
But for that you need money
And that’s where the plan falls short.
Adios!
Beautiful memories of the past,
Lets me fly to the time that was uniquely,
Non miserable and truly lovely.
It says that for the time was in my hands,
Without any over looming towers of nonsense.
Without any bull shot being served on a golden platter.
Without a thought of harm hovering around.
The memories do reignite the pain that is within,
But such is the power,
Of Ma’s love that despite me being unable,
Ma has kept me going.
It really takes a lot to be and to become,
But it takes much, much more to simply stand by.
Adios!
A round basket full of oranges and apples,
For a child aged four.
She loves her parents and they love her a lot.
They are her inspiration,
And she is theirs.
She two more friends who are permanently with her and they love her more than their own selves.
It Is the biggest Lord’s beautiful play.
Adios!
The best thing in this world is to have a Ma who will love you,
Cuddle you, kiss you, put you to sleep without any prejudice or discrimination
In a world which Is full of glaring mistakes and defects,
Having a loving and caring Ma means a whole lot more than any nonsense existing in this world.
Ma means the world to me.
Had she not been there I wouldn’t have survived.
Happy mother’s day to my Ma.
Adios!
A dance which Is natural,
Has seeked some time,
Some love,
Some help from the Lord to be his and not thine.
The dance is true,
For it likes to be back home,
As It Is too late too jump again,
In time unknown.
Hope he listens with his might,
As I love him,
Let him fight.
A dance which can stopped has to be stopped,
For anything unnatural is timid,
Loathsome and hypocritical.
Adios!