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.
Mina the golden one,
Lives high up with the big bosses out there.
She sends us fried snacks and cakes,
With lots of love and blessings.
Mina the golden one,
Has an ancient pen,
With which she writes,
As if the game never began.
She is our beloved and we love her too.
Hope to see her soon,
As the flower blooms,
She too will (she already has).
Adios!
Always keep the spirit high,
Be victorious and winning.
Be natural,
Be faithful,
Win all the accolades,
Which are waiting for you out there.
Always keep the spirit high,
In beauty,
In charm,
In magic,
Those things don’t lie.
They are false.
Out in the real world,
Truth exists and it wins.
Always keep the spirit high
And have an ice cream to keep you cheered up.
Adios!
Swelling up with pride,
Is a bad habit.
Except when a mother swells up with pride and love.
Swelling up with pride,
A fat man devoured ten ice creams
As he had secured a big deal.
And made a lot of noise about it.
As the deal went bust.
But his pride came down,
He realized his mistake
And he tried to control his pride,
Whenever something big happened in his life.
He later on became a much better man.
Adios!
Happy days,
Mighty and big,
Come in everyone’s life,
Without any trick.
Happy days,
True and free,
Come with freedom,
That we are to be.
Happy days,
Lighted with diyas,
Make for more blissfull times,
As all the beautiful sights are near and dear.
Happy days,
Made for us,
Were by a special friend,
Who is and will be,
Let it be unknown.
Adios!
My wife doesn’t exist.
She is illusional.
Had she been there,
We could have gone for holidays.
There are many who are angry for my want to get married.
People say that marriage is nonsense and in some cases a burden.
But I don’t think so.
Even if love is there not, with trust and faith love too can be got.
Maybe we might had been blessed with children,
With whom my and her parents would have played with.
The life would have gone on.
But yet she is illusional,
An object to the mercy of fate,
A twist in many turns,
Somebody it would be,
But mostly not,
For there is no one written
And the one who was is in a land beyond anybody’s reach.
For as I mentioned before she simply doesn’t exist.
Before You Travel. 