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.
Searching For A Job,
A Man met a recruiter.
The recruiter promised him a job,
The job was to be a big one.
Searching for a job,
A man met an engineer.
Who said that he would refer him(the man looking for the job) to his boss.
Searching for a job,
The man even found a wife,
But he couldn’t land himself a job,
So, at last he became a teacher and started his own tuition classes,
And gave others jobs.
Adios!
Walking along the road,
I saw the sun was shining brightly on the leaves of the roadside tree
Many were the trees which had luscious fruits on them.
There was an apple tree,
And the apples were shining in the hue of brightest tinge of red,
Which reminded me of my younger days.
Walking along the road,
I met a man whose bike had broken down,
And he was trying to kick start it.
I was waiting for my mother.
The man –“This damn won’t start. Can you help me?”
I-“I know nothing about bikes.Sorry.”
The man-“Oh! It’s alright.
By the way why are you standing here and where are you going?”
(I was pacing up and down the stretch of the road where Ma was supposed to meet me.”
I replied-“Towards the dam.”
“The dam?”
“Yes, there’s a fish seller nearby, who sells fresh water fish”
“Ah! He’s my brother.”
“And today’s catch is huge. I can give you a lift if you want.”
“Thank you. But my mother would be coming along in a few minutes in her car,
So, we will go to the dam in the car.”
The man smiled and said- “Bye for now. If you don’t meet me at my brother’s shop,
Then know that I would have gone fishing.”
He went away on his bike.
Few minutes later Ma came, and both of us went to the fish shop.
It seemed that Tilo had gone fishing.
Adios!
The melodic singing.
Would blow away everyone’s ears.
Such was the singing.
The melody was as blunt as a drum playing a flute.
The melody singing was so screechy,
That if your ears didn’t become red, painful and blooming,
You could call it a melody.
The melodic singing,
Was not fit for any display,
Not even for the singer’s mind.
So, the melodic singing was kept locked in the locker of the deep mind,
From where it won’t be retrieved for ever and ever again.
Adios!
The first word,
Was the beginning of the sentence,
Which ended with a full stop.
It was not an “an”.
Not anything abnormal.
The word was “cake”.
Now how does a sentence begin with the word “cake?”.
In this way-“ Cake is my love. I love cakes.
Everyday I eat atleast four pieces of cakes.”
The first word “cake”,
Became the legend for him,
And he was remembered as the
Boy and man,
First words would always be “cake”.
Adios!
The morning dew,
Glistened bright on the leaves,
On the grass,
On the fields,
And on each and every place where it was green.
The morning dew,
Would enlighten my mind and soul,
For the dew was my friend,
And seeing it meant my morning would be happy and nice.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 