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.
A beautiful imagination,
Of a small boy winning a cup,
Came true.
Indeed a boy,
Aged about four years,
Won a small bronze cup,
In a spelling competition.
He also won a toy bus with the cup.
And that made him and his parents very happy.
Adios!
A big mango tree with a hollow,
Home to many birds 🐦,
Of various kind,
Used to to attract parrots of different colours during the summer time.
They would eat mangoes,
And leave them half eaten.
Those parrots were more choosier than us humans.
Those were sights to behold,
As rain comes in from June,
Those parrots would fly away to their ancestral, parental and other homes,
Leaving the tree wondering,
Where have the parrots gone?
But most of the birds which are common in sight,
Would still be hanging around the tree.
Ah! That’s nature.
Those choosy and moody parrots,
Need freshly ripened mangoes to hang around a tree.
And that’s a parrot’s nature.
Adios!
A fast boy,
Would make his mother proud always.
At school,
And at every running competition,
He used to come first.
Once he came second and felt very bad,
But his mother hugged him and,
Said-“You are the best”.
That cheered him a lot,
And when the judges checked the timer,
They found that the boy wasn’t second but,
He had come first.
It was a technical error which lead to him,
Coming second.
That day the boy was truly happy.
Adios!
The angles which weren’t there,
Appeared on the papers.
It needed definite concentration,
To win the mathematical game anew.
The angles which weren’t there,
Were seemingly difficult to catch,
But I caught it’s neck,
And asked -“Are you right or you obtuse?”
The angle meekly replied-“I am obtuse”.
I hmmmmmed triumphantly,
And proved on paper that indeed it was an obtuse angled triangle.
It takes a great part of hardwork,
To work through,
But solving geometrical sums are the best way to keep your cool in times,
Which roams about now.
Adios!
The beauty of it is,
That I am not aware of it.
It is true,
Well dignified,
But behind it,
Lies a veil,
Unlike others,
Which are false,
Only love stays behind it.
Love which can’t be measured,
But only be received.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 