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.
You are a singer,
I am a don.
When you sing your heart,
I make myself a con.
I love many songs though.
I want you to know,
Songs don’t have brains.
It only says-“You are great and I am not”.
If I am caught,
I say lie,
I will bribe the police.
If you are caught,
People gather,
You give signature and soon vanish.
That I do not like.
I want to punish the famous one,
Because,
I need myself to vanish.
Adios!
The rose is a power.
The petals have opened to a design,
Covering each other side by side.
One side covers the side of the another.
One after the another petals open and a rose is grown.
The secret is very close,
You can keep it at your heart.
The rose is a silence.
The rose is a colour of the light.
A bunch of rose is a glory.
The secret who does know,
Who is in love.
The fragrance, the style.
The muteness makes a person a poet for a while.
Adios!
Soap and water,
Runs together.
If you apply soap in a lather form,
Then you need a lot of water,
To wash it off.
Soap and water,
Are best friends.
They are like the Sun and it’s glorious light,
While light always is with the Sun,
Soap is always beside the water tap or connection.
Soap is soap and water is water,
Imagine one without the other.
See what a response this thought emanates.
Now please tell me,
How do you feel?
Adios!
As astonishing as a ping,
The sound does a ring.
It makes money,
All hearts laugh.
Because money can buy honey.
If you like it then good,
Otherwise, adios.
Adios!
A rose,
Makes my day.
A rose,
Gives us bliss.
It keeps us happy,
And we spend our day in all greatness.
A rose,
Is God’s creation,
His gift on mankind.
A rose in a pocket looks beautiful,
It looks better in a vase.
Offer it to Lord most beautiful,
And be happy.
I, Ma and Baba, offer it to Lord Saibaba,Lord Meher Baba and to Lord Shiva.
Adios!
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