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.
Philosophy,
Is not a text,
It’s not a literature,
It’s not even fun.
It’s not serious.
Philosophy is that part of Your Mind,
Which processes, renders, and brings out,
The truth or near truth which you have understood.
But most of it,
Simply revolves around one’s understanding,
Which results in formation of intellectuals,
And intellectuality.
Adios!
A beautiful éclair,
Looked brown and chocolaty.
Once I popped it in my mouth,
It stayed soft and juicy for a minute,
And then it started melting,
Once it did so,
My mouth was full of sticky chocolate,
It took me atleast five minutes to have the éclair,
But the fun of having it,
Was so awesome,
That I had one more éclair,
And took home few for my mother and father.
A beautiful éclair,
Made me wonder,
About nature and its miracles.
Often when you have an éclair,
In your mouth,
The feeling that you are in floating around the heaven doors do come in your mind.
Adios!
At the Inn,
I wrote a letter,
I didn’t have any rum,
Just some bread and butter.
At the Inn,
The room was nice and warm,
So were the fields.
There was an old sailor’s chest,
Put on display,
But the inn keeper said-“It’s only for show”.
The thought did cross my mind that once maybe it had a huge stash of treasure,
Or maybe a small pen and book.
At the Inn,
I found myself,
And went merrily towards my home.
Adios!
There was once a gobbling, who used to live alone with his dog.
His parents were in other country and his brothers and sisters were all married and lived their own life except him.
The goblin was named Pisto.
He had a job at a mine, where he was the incharge of ten sections.His salary was enough for him.
His dog was named Elite, and it ate four bones a day and ate a packet of biscuits, drank two bowls of milk.
Pisto took three months break and went for a world tour. First, he went to his mother and father’s place and stayed there for a month.
Then his real vacation started.
He went to other parts of the goblin world, and after spending a month visiting all the famous places, he went to visit his old friend, who was now ill and was barely managing his ends.
Pisto was very surprised to see his friend ill. Pisto immediately called for the Doctor Fairy, and got his friend treated at the fairy hospital. The treatment was for free, but Pisto did a pit stop on earth and paid for ten children’s healthcare bills, who were genuinely in need of help.
He was later commended by the Goblin king and was given the title of being a “Generous Goblin”.
The function was attended by his mother and father, brothers, sisters and their family and by other relatives who never even bothered to show their faces.
Pisto remained unaffected by it and continued his daily life as the incharge of the ten sections in a mine.
Adios!
There was a royal old stone,
Which was full of magic.
It belonged to the tall wizard,
Who would often rub his nose with it,
For after doing so,
Whenever he sneezed,
Gold would come out of his nose with his sneeze.
The gold was of pure quality.
But the wizard couldn’t sell a bit of it,
For the stone belonged to God,
And the wizard had to learn the lesson hard.
Soon, he had to return to Lord himself,
And when he met the One and Only One,
His head hung in shame,
And the Lord smiled,
And asked him to go back to his own abode.
The wizard was so greatly shocked that he couldn’t do any magic for ten years,
And when he started again,
It was only to entertain little children.
Hope like him,
Everyone learns the lesson. Adios!
Before You Travel. 