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.
A story which belonged to imagination,
Flew around my mind.
It had fairies, small babies,
Flowers, castles, gardens and rubies in it.
The story was full of adventure and magic,
As the story belonged to imagination,
There was hardly anything missing.
Imagination with fantasy,
Often brings out many marvels,
And this story was none the less,
It was a masterpiece on its own.
Happy reading.
Adios!
History has found itself,
Written in a book,
Which contains wrong facts about it.
History didn’t know whom to complain to.
He tried complaining to the author,
The author didn’t comply with it.
It was a happy ending for history,
As the author’s son came and checked him on time,
And all the wrong facts were thrown out.
There were hardly any facts left after that,
And the book was published as a story book,
Later on.
History was very happy with the outcome.
All’s well that ends well.
Adios!
Plainly fried potatoes made with turmeric, salt and black mustard seeds taste simply wonderful.
When had with plain rice with an egg poach or boiled eggs, the whole dish tastes marvellous.
It hardly takes ten to fifteen minutes to cook this dish, and its simplicity makes it more beautiful, tastier and delicious.
It is truly a miracle.
Adios!
A conglomerate,
Bought an ice cream factory.
There they made,
Ice creams of chocolate, vanilla,
strawberry, raspberry, butter scotch,
blueberry, cranberry,
And pineapple flavours.
Now the things had spiced up.
A new player entered the play,
And he introduced ten new flavours,
But this old schmuck,
Stuck to his boots,
And he didn’t hang up his boots,
Instead he kept producing ice cream in the traditional way,
And he won.
The other player couldn’t even survive a year with his fashionable flavours of ice creams.
Soon a new offer came in,
Buy two and get one free.
Had it been vice versa,
Wonderful it would have been.
Adios!
A fine composition,
Written in broken notes,
And was played on a keyboard.
The composition couldn’t be heard,
As the musicians moved on,
But the tune lived on forever,
Hidden in an old diary,
Beckoning to no one.
Not even a soul knew that existed until recently,
And when it was incorporated in a film music,
It was played as an ad-lib,
Gaining much popularity,
In the insides of the music world,
There was much hulaboo,
About who had composed the tune,
And when it was known,
The hitherto musician,
Got much larger gigs,
And success was with him.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 