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.
I asked a lot.
His treasury seemed empty.
He looked blankly at me.
It seemed that he had given loan to others.
They hadn’t bothered to return to it,
So, he has kept me waiting,
Again, it was made known that I ask a lot,
So he said-“I am sorry, I didn’t hear anything”
Adios!
Forgiveness is not a candle which can be lit as soon as you want to. Neither it is a ” forget it all and all is well” chip card.Nor is it a recurring process to commit mistakes, knowing that you would be forgiven.
It is not a tool for cleverness, for slyness, for spying.
It’s a boon which must be used to ask for forgiveness which comes from deep within the heart.
Beter if both your heart and mind are in sync.
On a daily basis we commit many mistakes especially the silly ones.
We often fall in traps of the overbearing minds and get entangled in such things which can’t be undone.
Forgiveness is asked for and by people like it’s a candy to got for free.
My Meher Baba is The Lord Of Mercy. His name name means “The father who mercies or The Merciful father.”
But don’t take him lightly. He does forgive, but the tests through which one has to pass are great.He walks the talks, and talks what he walks.
So, ask for forgiveness but it must be true . Otherwise when the time comes, you would ask for forgiveness for asking wrong or false forgiveness.
It’s better to row the boat yourself than to ask someone to do it free for you.
Adios!
In the rain I find me.
Under an umbrella, forgotten my family.
Eating hot pakoras and drinking tea.
Oh! My God, what my wife will say, if she sees me.
How much out of my mind,
Wanted to enjoy the rain.
If the God wishes, can anybody refrain?
I know you have school, college and office.
But the man makes pakoras very nice.
I feel that I have gone back, twenty-five years of life.
I was young and cut the vegetables with my knife.
Least I took an autorickshaw,
Used to walk miles.
Now my dropping shoulder, cries for that noise,
Till my tea and pakora is there,
And pull from my family,
Made me buy two extra packets of pakoras for their tea.
Adios!
You have deposited sand as barrier between you and me.
It is the shore and your pull is continuously saying yes and no.
Not making it a tsunami.
You are the endpoint of landmass.
Till now, I was strong and walking,
On the road,
With a good grip.
Landed down on the sea shore,
Folded my trousers end,
And wanted to soak my feet in your water.
The sand loosened under my feet,
And I felt the earth moving.
Having you, made me feel strong.
The gone away sand came back,
And with that it brought shells and pieces of corals, conch and the sea gems.
A little far away my heavy sneakers are lying.
Calling me back to the road.
The game is ever increasing.
Between the upper crust and the sea rope.
I know we all are one.
The mankind, the mud and the sea, the metals, the gems,the snow, the mountain peak, the rivers, the ponds, the fishes and the plants.
The sun and the grass.
The moon and the waves pull.
Motor cars and buses and trams, small children, grown up and old men.
Ultimately all are in the sea,
Eons it will take,
To pray for the golden sea.
Adios!
Rain started falling.
It came unannounced.
All the dirt got mixed with the rain water,
And mud went all around.
Cars splashed mud.
Buses went swoosh and whoosh over the mud filled potholes.
Muds were all over.
Bikers tried to avoid them, but they too had take a dip in the lustrous potholes.
In short the whole place was full of mud. That too watery mud.
Seeing such a scene, I restrained myself from going outside.
Seeing such a scene, I restrained myself from going outside.
And instead had hot tea and soup. I even commented about the weather conditions.
“See nah, such a weather condition . What can the common man do?”
The muddy day soon changed into rainy day, as the rain started their Brazilian salsa dance.
And when rain starts its dance, then you better take cover or you won’t prance.
Adios!
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