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.
Whose cap are you wearing?
Is it yours?
Or have you borrowed it?
Better be careful,
For cap signifies a lot.
It shows your likeability.
It shows your style,
It shows your choice.
If it’s yours? Then it’s fine.
Otherwise, who knows?
One may suddenly develop dandruff.
Adios!
Complimentary angles, are two angles, whose sum total of their degrees, is 90 degrees.
Adios!
I didn’t cry for many days.
I have faith in God.
Sometimes he will make me cry.
I will cry for my parents.
Those who have passed away,
Left me alone.
All my loved ones,
Are shattered,
And cry their stories.
But I am left alone.
I took the book of God’s stories.
And a fresh air could make me cry,
As he wrote,
He saw God infront of him.
He even touched the God,
And shook his hands.
God told him,
He came beneath.
My innocence swelled up,
And the cry burst out.
I felt so relieved,
That I cried out.
Adios!
I am the cosmos.
I keep a watch on you.
I can’t rely upon you.
That you won’t get astray.
So, I keep a watch on you.
My stars,
My planets,
My position,
You will not even be able to imagine.
You are my staff,
But you don’t know me as your boss.
I look upon you.
To see you everywhere you go.
Look high at up to me,
And see I am also walking with you.
Didn’t you?
Adios!
When I saw you small,
Your mother was holding you in her arms.
You were so small that I couldn’t believe,
That my own child,
Has a different personality?
Your face was thoughtful.
No hair,
No eyelashes,
No eyebrows.
Your lips were reddish pink,
To say that “I am from a flower,
I am hidden in your soul,
I am hidden in mom’s soul.
Little time of somedays you give me,
I will play with you along.
I will make you sing.
I will make you dance.
You will be ecstatic,
But you will not have any chance.
And you will not have any time,
Sitting morose,
After the office,
You won’t be watching on TV,
Without watching me.
Then I will stand on my feet,
Start walking,
And you will be fathering me”.
Your mother gave you in my arms,
I felt so proud that I am your father.
And a father is a king.
He has so much to do.
It’s not like a farmer,
That the harvest he will cut.
It’s not like a boss,
Who shall make you run.
It’s not like a doctor,
Who will treat you and say “don’t cough”.
I am a father,
Almost I am a creator?
I am a father.
Now I watch.
Your fingers are like your mom.
Your small head reflects my pop.
Your ears are like my mother.
Oh! My Child,
When you will grow up,
You are all mine,
And I am your father.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 