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.
In a hurry,
I wrote a letter,
Forgot to post it,
As the writing got better and better.
In a hurry,
I applied jam to bread,
But I didn’t buy the daunty spread.
In a hurry,
I ran to my office,
Got the bus,
But reached very late,
Some were working,
Others were drinking tea,
For it was high noon,
By the time I reached thee.
Adios!
Believe my pain,
Sing with me.
Let us all go to the sea,
Where the horizon meets the sky.
Sun will rise,
The birds will fly,
Red Sun gives reddish glow,
Shells on the shore very much know,
Only day and night causes my pain.
Touched the shells and see them shine.
Sometimes white and sometimes pink,
I cry to the mighty,
With what continuity,
We made this all happen,
They are on the sand,
And they are so happy.
I will come again.
Adios!
Couldn’t you like me?
What have I done?
I liked you so much,
Then why did you run?
I wanted to play a game of badminton,
To strengthen our bond.
Had you been happy,
You would have prospered,
But that you don’t like me,
So it doesn’t matter that much.
See if you can change your mind,
Better be kind than having a confused mind.
Adios!
Home I have seen six months back,
Am in a train and it’s on a track,
Pulling me with its own rhythm,
I am home sick now,
Thinking of them.
My son loves cricket and bread and ham.
My wife loves children and the home she runs.
My daughter wants to make her braids,
As those heroines do with all their intricate brain.
The train is pulling very slow,
It is his whim very though.
My bag is full of gifts you know?
My wife knows I have bought something,
For her, But she will never show.
Anyhow, the smell of home, the smell of food,
My wife cooks good,
The cosy chair and my garden own,
I live all there,
I live with my tune.
If you can, please take me there very soon.
I am now insane.
Adios!
Believe my pain,
Sing with me.
Let us all go to the sea,
Where the horizon meets the sky.
Sun will rise,
The birds will fly,
Red Sun gives reddish glow,
Shells on the shore very much know,
Only day and night causes my pain.
Touched the shells and see them shine.
Sometimes white and sometimes pink,
I cry to the mighty,
With what continuity,
We made this all happen,
They are on the sand,
And they are so happy.
I will come again.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 