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.
My good fellow,
Ain’t you hapoy?
Isn’t the day bright?
Can’t you hear the birds singing and,
The sound they make while flapping their wings.
My good fellow,
The pineapple cake which my mother made is very delicious.
Have some from it and forget the worldly mellows.
My good fellow,
Be happy,
Be bright.
The day has just begun.
Realize it and move on ahead,
Like a truest and the best of fellows.
Adios!
Come indoors,
We shall have tea.
It’s raining outside,
Don’t play around the tree.
Come indoors,
The butterflies have flown away,
The croissant, bread and jam,
Are waiting to be eaten right away.
Come indoors,
Don’t stay away for too long,
For the tea shall become cold,
And we shan’t be able to play ping-pong.
Come indoors,
It’s evening now.
It’s time to study and pray,
As everything we achieve,
Is through hard work and rightious deeds.
And thus we achieve feats after feats after feats.
Adios!
True Love is very real.
But what that is, is known yet unknown to all.
Money is very real.
Spend it a lot and you will understand its importance.
Hoard it, and you will become a miser
Marks are very real.
They are given to pupil whose families have bucket loads of materialistic dough.
Faith is very real.
It can make one cross the turbulence of various happenings.
Food is very real.
If your stomach remains empty,
Then the hunger pangs make you realise the importance of food.
Earning money is very real.
But out of all, the thing that remains real till the end is the saneness of one’s mind.
The more you remain sane, the more you have the ability to discern and detect.
Real and reality are paradoxes which contradict each other, where faith, love and truth don’t matter at all, yet they are the most important of all.
Adios!
That’s what I all care,
For the day ain’t very vast.
It’s a symphony to begin with,
Leading to being a full cast.
The cast maybe good or alright,
What do I care?
The day needs to move,
For,
That’s what I all care.
The moon isn’t shining much brightly tonight,
It will do so tomorrow.
As the night passes into day,
Dusk into the dawn,
A poet is an artist,
Who represents it all.
The care needed and to say it aloud,
Is what is it demands,
Well, that’s what it is,
And that’s what I all care for.
Adios!
The books are read,
Knowledge is gathered.
Words are new,
But their meanings are old.
Stories are weaved,
Plays are made,
Days are happy,
And the books are read.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 