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 got up early this morning,
And made our bread.
It was plain and simple,
Without any spread.
The bread tasted marvellous and nice.
So did the butter.
Thus, the early mornings are beautiful,
For they help us make our bread and butter.
And guides us all to live better and happier.
Adios!
I have seen my children all alone.
I have seen my mother all alone.
I have seen my father all alone,
And tense over the economy.
Breaking his head over the fact,
That how to manage it all?
I have seen my maternal grandfather,
Standing strong and tall,
Standing up for the family,
Standing up for my parents.
But, I can’t see myself.
Infront of a mirror,
I can’t stand always.
There are so many thoughts,
So much brightness,
And so much darkness,
That it’s all murky,
To what it all stands so far.
The hue to which it all goes,
Is a colour,
Which is known yet unknown.
I see it all,
But I can’t see myself.
But I have seen,
The pain which we all have endured.
For it isn’t subtle,
Neither is gain,
And nor is pain.
Adios!
One day,
I met God himself.
He was writing a letter.
He didn’t tell me what he was writing.
But, he spoke afar.
The days are blue,
The nights are grey.
Oh! My son,
What do you say?
Is it all unknown?
Is it a post which I can bear?
Oh! My children!
What can I do?
But you all must never fear.
I am as golden as I ever was.
But few have seen me so far.
I am dancing to the tunes of others.
Soon, it will all change,
So never ever fear.
I am standing up.
I am getting up on my feet.
It’s all economically,
But I don’t care.
I am God,
I am your father.
Stay aloof my child.
For you are my near and dear.
Adios!
An envelope is a wonder.
And it’s a miracle that it exists even today!
Oh! What for do we all need it?
When everything is digital these days?
An envelope,
Is a miracle.
It brings back memories,
It brings back hope,
Just like the old golden days,
It contains a lot of truth.
An envelope,
Reminds me of my maternal grandmother,
For she was and is my only light,
Who glows with an eternal might.
An envelope,
Is a friend from the old days.
Simply take one in your hand and feel it,
And to put a letter in it,
Gives a happiness,
Which can only be felt,
But can’t be said.
Adios!
My song for your roses,
Can’t be heard.
It’s silent.
It’s deep.
It’s simply unheard.
The sound plays like the pearls of music,
Which when properly placed,
Says a lot,
And they do play percussion to your thoughts.
My song for your roses,
Is divine,
Is beloved,
It’s as soft as a baby’s cloth.
It’s as silky,
As the purest silk.
It’s as fragrant,
As your beautiful rose.
Let my song fill your heart,
For it’s my song for your roses,
Which is with and forever,
A beautiful form of art.
My song for your roses,
Can’t be made in a jiffy.
For it requires a lot of thought.
It’s love and only love,
Which shall make the rose of your heart blossom,
With the shine of more than thousand roses.
For my song for your roses,
Shall definitely touch your heart, mind and soul.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 