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 Bless you my dear sky,
You are benevolent.
You warned us of calamities.
Last four days,
You were dark grey.
The clouds were packed in stacks.
When broke,
Was a huge thunder.
The shower came,
All bowed to it.
I ran to the window.
And cool air with sprinkle of water.
As if I could feel the snow.
Now rivers will flow.
Tomorrow, even sun may glow.
If cloud does not cover….
It will be a blinking show.
Adios!
My goggles are on.
Shorts for me.
I am a summer man.
I am proud of me.
I am enjoying the roadwork.
Suddenly, the cloud poured on.
Oh! My God! I am your son.
How could I get all drenched?
My fashion and formula are gone.
Adios!
Tonight, it is happening.
Thundering and raining.
The first rain, relief for all.
Welcome my friend!
Welcome my beautiful season.
You wash away the dirt, the filth, the loss.
You will give happiness to farmers.
The small grasslands will grow.
The sea will get a bath.
The rainy flowers will blossom.
The desert will smile.
The mountain, the cascades will quench the thirst.
In towns, muddy roads, potholes,
And inconveniences.
Umbrellas, raincoats, water shoes will be there.
The grey conch has been blown,
The mighty hand of nature is on work.
It is hard time for men and for the birds.
And for all.
But still without you,
We are at fall.
Adios!
The blissful night,
Wasn’t full of bliss.
It was long,
It was strong.
It was hard to be found blissful.
There was happiness in it.
But one had to look for it.
Then the night became blissful.
But was it truly?
I asked God the same,
But he didn’t answer.
Bliss and it’s blissfulness are as different as the two sides of a coin.
The blissful night,
Indeed came and did stay for long.
How to find it,
Remains the song.
Adios!
A pain,
Which does not end.
A pain,
Which doesn’t say goodbye.
A pain,
Which roars with laughter.
A pain,
Which calls out to the Almighty.
A pain,
Which seethes yet doesn’t heal.
A pain,
Which writes,
Yet doesn’t speak.
A pain,
Which lessens,
But is back again.
A pain,
Which brings tears to God’s eyes.
Still there is pain.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 