This site is about the inspiration I get everyday, as I am designed to get, where faith and conviction are my two flowers which receive light when asked to God.
A little boy walking down the road,
Saw something glittering.
It was a coin.
He picked it up,
And wiped it down.
He kept the coin in his pocket.
From a shop near by his home,
He bought four toffees.
One for himself,
One for his mother,
One for his father,
And the last one for his friend,
Lord God.
Adios!
A butterfly said hi to Rosy,
Who was busy gardening.
Rosy was stunned that a butterfly could speak.
The butterfly said,
“Don’t worry,
I’m magical.
So I can speak.
How are your roses growing Rosy?”
Rosy-“Am I dreaming?”
Butterfly-“No”.
Rosy then smilingly replied,
“My roses are growing beautifully.”
The butterfly vanished,
Just by saying-“Excellent!”.
Rosy was very astonished. She thought that what did the butterfly mean by it and where to had it vanished. It was all a mystery.
Adios!
Inertia of love,
Makes you happy,
Makes you bloom,
Inspite of all the nonsense,
Going on steady.
The inertia of love,
Gives you cheeriness,
And brings yourself closer to you,
As you once were.
Adios!
The weather has been chimy,
With cold winds blowing all day.
So cold,
That even ice would wear a sweater.
Anyway, a nice change from the tropical hot weather.
It keeps the mind cool and a day where in you can lay snugly underneath the warm covers,laying the whole day off by sleeping, no one would mind.Right?
I guess so.
Adios!
Do you know I see colourful rains?
This morning I saw yellow rain pouring everywhere.
Definitely the sun must have scolded it,
As the clouds have covered the sun.
The sky blue rain,
With a gush of wind,
When called me to the window,
A red bus was passing by on the road,
And the sparrows were on my window still,
Chirrping for bread.
I was happy and clapping my hands.
Mother said what is there to clap?
I could not take my dry clothes in for this rain.
Nobody believes me and then they say it is bullshit.
Then came the green rain.
I thought to collect it and to use it in my colour book.
That is rain.
That is my sweet rain.
Nobody believes, but I know it will come in different colours,
Wish that you can also see the colourful rains and write a letter to me.
It helps in solving the sums.
It helps me to jump at the window.
It helps to sing and dance and
I love to get wet in the rain.
I comeback home colourful.
But nobody believes me.
Adios!