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.
I am amazed,
That people still drink.
I am amazed,
That people still eat.
I am amazed,
That people feel the heat.
For in this age of digital activities,
Very few are the capabilities,
Which have not yet been displayed,
By the digital world and its gadgets.
Adios!
The Small boy and his father,
Would travel here and there.
It was there to go out on a conquest,
But they were poor.
They would visit circuses,
Visit all places of local interest.
In their dreams,
They conquered all,
The father was the king,
And the little boy a champion of football.
They were indeed poor,
But not of mind.
Soon they reached their zenith,
When God took them in his hands,
And he kept with him forever and ever.
Adios!
The residents of Brussels are called “Brusselaars” in Dutch (Language).
Adios!
Oh! The Flowery Hills,
Oh! The aroma.
How the birds sing,
Their morning song,
And make various tunes,
Some melodious,
Some sweet,
It’s their mojo,
And that’s where God Lives.
Adios!
Of the plains he went around,
He sang,
He danced,
He made all funny sounds.
It was his joy,
His day in paradise.
For the plains were his kingdom,
And he was the ruler of all.
Of the plains,
He said he would win,
He did that,
And he let the day begin.
He was renowned as the man of the plains.
Of the plains,
He remained,
He was their king,
And their God and friend.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 