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.
Little tomato pies,
Baked by a baker,
Were kept on display.
The baker had made ten pieces of it
And eight pieces got sold.
They each got excellent reviews
And what made him most happy,
When he made fresh tomato pies for his son,
He loved it a lot,
And gave his mother and father a lot of kisses.
Adios!
Orange juice,
Full of vitamin C,
Can be sweetened up,
By adding a bit of sugar.
But most of the times it tastes “Bah!”,
There are many people who are choosy
And they like to have only pure and refined orange juice.
It is as if they are having refined cooking oil.
On the other hand,
Orange juice tastes great,
Those who miss out on it,
Are the sufferers.
Tbough above I have written that it tastes ” Bah”,
Orange juice is a healthy and refreshing drink,
And it only needs the capacity to be taken in.
Adios!
The sea recedes,
Leaving behind the empty shore and tbe sand and snails to be seen.
But don’t be fooled,
If you see it so.
It is the deep sea,
Whose ventures are unknown.
There maybe sharks, octopusses,
Jelly fishes and many other sea creature.
The sea anemone is the only animal which doesn’t move,
And it is also found in the deep sea.
The adventures of the sea are so great,
That many dare devil adventurers,
Fear the sea.
The deep sea,
Has many untold treasures,
Like a sailor’s chest,
Or a sunken ship.
And the waters are so powerful,
That the ships avoid taking such dangerous routes.
The deep sea,
Comes with a blessing that it provides lifeline and food to many.
The deep sea is known to throw up unknown lands.
Many explorers while exploring the sea have found that a piece of land to have suddenly surfaced up,
And they have often been left spell bounded,
By their findings.
The deep sea,
Is the true body of the sea,
And that’s it.
Adios!
The road down my window,
Is a major junction.
It connects three roads,
One of which joins adjacently,
With one of the main roads of the city.
The road down my window,
Is continuously bustling with traffic,
Incessant honking,
Siren sounds,
And whatnot.
To boost up their business,
A tea stall,
A flower shop and a garage has opened up,
At the corner where the three roads meet.
All that I can say is that,
That the road is always busy.
Before the pandemic,
There used to be heavier traffic.
Adios!
A flight of dreams,
Of candies, jellies and jam,
Of breads, butter and freshly made cream.
Of sweets, pistachios and muffins.
Ain’t it a brilliant dream?
Adios!
Before You Travel. 