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.
The Lily sings,
In the garden with bliss and might,
With the sun bestowing its grace,
Like a parent to its child.
The Lily has a friend in the Lord,
Who takes care of it,
The Lily to grow more and more,
And it wishes to become a plant doctor.
Lord smiles at its wishes
And he has promised to look after it forever and ever after.
Critics need no food.
Neither do they need any air.
Simply their mouth, feelings and thoughts ate enough to cause a disaster.
They are a living epitome of negatives.
Critics seldom are those who are true and they are God sent.
Critical review doesn’t mean that the thing is critical, contrarily it helps decode any wrongness done with good heart or a slightly twisted one either of the critic or the person or thing under review.
Adios!
Witty learning,
Is for many,
But its application is unknown or people remain unaware of how to apply it correctly.
Witty learning,
Is an application of the mind,
Both in terms of learning and using it.
Many things can be said about being witty,
That man is witty or that person is witty enough,
But seldom have I come across such persons who truly are.
Witty learning comes handy in entrance exams
And most of all in life.
Adios!
A pack of Macaws,
Flew past my house.
The red macaw flew ahead,
With the green ones flying behind.
They were headed for a mango groove
And they had mangoes to their fill.
Then the macaws flew next to the crows,
Who were flying for the dumping ground.
The pack of macaws at last flew away to the open air,
Back to their homes.
Adios!
In Lord’s mightiness,
A student studies working hard to secure marks,
In Lord’s mightiness,
A mother gives birth to a baby.
In Lord’s mightiness,
Heritage structures were made which still command glory.
In Lord’s mightiness,
The sun goes around,
All the planets grow and fall.
In Lord’s mightiness,
Humans go about their daily life,
It is such intricacy which makes Lord,
The beloved,
The king
And the truest soul of all (Though not, but it is, yet it is not as no one believes it.)
As we pray, God starts singing,
With it the trees blossom in full,
Though it sways birds nests are kept in place.
The grass become quiet as they want to listen to the song.
He shows us the way and we get back our faith.
Ma cooks good food,
Baba remains serious about economic matters.
Though hard are the days,
His song gives us strength.
A pack of birds just flew away,
Now I can see that a bus is running in its full speed
And it is going to its destination and we are all for our destiny.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 