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.
An old country,
With lush green forests,
Green meadows,
Huge farm produce,
Was suffering a lot due to less rainfall
And had to readjust their economies.
With passing time,
All became well,
The old country has gone for modernisation,
And that’s where it has taken a hit.
It seems that the old things were better than the new ones.
Adios!
Playing a game,
Of tic-tac-toe,
Can result in three variations,
And they are of win, loss and draw.
Once the game begins,
One can know what the result will be.
But that hardly matters.
The real mojo lies,
In playing the game with your friends,
Relatives
And within fifteen minutes or so,
At least two pages can be filled with incessant playing of the tic-tac-toe.
Whoever begins the game,
Has the real chance of winning the game.
Adios!
Power in nature,
With thunders, heavy rains,
And flowing winds,
Leaves no place for the fury to be calmed.
Power in nature,
Resettles everything,
Shuffles out all the dirt,
Spreading cool and calmness all over,
That gives bliss,
And when nature blesses,
Everyone becomes happy.
Adios!
Breads are favourites with generations,
They have been a part of our breakfasts,
Tiffins, evening snacks and of our daily routine,
Since time immemorial.
Just a few days backs,
I was in for a surprise.
Ma had made two loaves of bread,
And the whole kitchen was stemming with the smell of freshly baked bread.
Soon Ma gave me four slices of that fresh bread to eat.
The moment I took a bite,
I had gone to wonderland.
There was tooty-frooty in it,
They sweeten up the bread,
And Ma had also added broken cashews and almonds in it.
And the baking had been done to perfection,
I had the bread in the morning with milk,
And with tea in the evening.
As I was keeping the plate, I said-“Ma the bread tastes delicious, can I have it again?”
Ma-“Yes, you can till the time these two loaves get over.”
I-“No, no I mean can I have them after these two loaves get over?”
Ma laughed and said “Yes, I will make them again for you.”
I-“When Ma?”
Ma-“The next week.”
I shouted-“Yes!”
And gave Ma a kiss,
And danced around the house in jubilation.
Adios!
Ma has promised to make it again.
Fastening the screw,
With a flower and love,
The screw became tight,
And couldn’t be loosened.
The screw was of healing,
Which needed to be installed,
And the healing came through,
And it was bliss and truthful.
The pain melted away,
Knowing that it wouldn’t last,
The screw is permanently fixed,
And the love within has grown manifolds.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 