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.
A heart which beats,
Often cries,
Not for the lost things,
But for the things which it has got.
A heart which beats,
Is like a blank slate,
Runs to fill the blankness up,
With happiness,
With love,
And glee.
But still it beats,
As the heart beats,
It beats for all things natural,
But nothing can compare a mother’s love,
For her child.
It’s only for the child,
For whom, the mother’s heart beats.
Adios!
A flower in bloom,
Is a thought,
In its own.
It’s much more than a thought,
Much more than bliss.
A flower is a sign of love,
Of happiness,
Of the ever-expanding world.
A flower in bloom,
Makes anyone happy,
The scent of such of flower,
Glides to the heart,
And makes it very happy.
A flower in bloom,
Is what nature means,
To be happy and ever happy.
Adios!
Little Robin,
Wanted to become a golfer.
Just like his father.
He grew up and,
Indeed, he became one.
But the thing is that his dad played golf on a golf field,
While he plays on a tablet.
Adios!
A sight in sight,
Simply whispers a lot.
Doesn’t make a sound.
But it walks a lot.
It’s sight in sight.
A figure,
A mystery.
It is and it won’t be,
Let’s see who talks to be?
Adios!
The rain is playing,
The game of cat and mouse with us,
The simple men.
In the beauty of the early morning sunshine,
Few boys played some games,
They played gilly-danda, cricket and football.
Then again came the rain,
And all went to their homes,
Without any wait.
All the day,
They played in and around their house,
Waiting for the rain to abate.
It was a play day.
The schools are about to begin.
When I was small,
I would enjoy each and every day before the school,
Now those days are gone.
It’s a relief.
That’s that and let us play,
Aren’t they good?
That in them we do belief.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 