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 big painting,
Was of a typewriter,
An ancient one,
It was sketched,
With oil pastels.
The big painting,
Adorned the wall of a house,
Where once typewriters,
Used to play an important role,
And the painting reminds the members of that household,
That the typewriter was a king once.
Adios!
I passed a place,
Where many people go on a daily basis,
There was a whiff,
A strong one,
Of a perfume.
In these days,
Where people are having to wear a mask,
Who would load themselves with such a heavy perfume?
I came back home,
And sanitized my hands,
The smell of the sanitizer was same with that of the whiff of the perfume which had got.
Then I realized that whoever had sprinkled himself/ herself with perfume,
Might have sprayed or applied himself or herself with a sanitizer,
And not with a perfume.
With every passing day,
Sanitizers are evolving,
Soon they might be available in diamond flasks,
Which only people with tough dough would be able to buy.
And those sanitizers would be kept safe in bank lockers.
People are having a hard time managing their families.
And there are some people,
Having a bath with sanitizer.
That horrible smell makes one feel that not one but two or three masks should be worn for protection from that truly mind blowing smell.
Adios!
A pitcher full of water,
Started singing aloud to the water bottle,
“La, la,hm, hm, I am a pitcher,
Mighty and glorious,
I provide cool water to all,
If I drink it first,
I am there in every household,
Ha, ha, he, he,
Oh water bottle!
You are a tributary of my worthiness,
I am the great water containing pitcher,
Which gives lifeline to all,
Ha, ha, he, he, ho, ho,
Sing, sing, sing,
Feel the coolness with my bling.”
The water bottle heard the song patiently,
And lulled itself to sleep.
The pitcher kept on rocking and singing,
Till it got tired,
And went back to sleep.
Adios!
A boy and a milkman,
Had gone there to buy bread,
Both of them bought a small packet of bread.
Outside the shop,
There was a tea stall,
And they ordered for tea and had it with the bread they had bought.
The milkman to the boy-“So, how are your days going?”.
The boy-” Fine and yours?”
The milkman-” Business is a bit slow.”
They kept on chatting like this when suddenly the milkman says -“From tomorrow onwards I will charge twenty rupees as delivery charge for every five days.”
The boy-“That’s very high.I will go and tell my mother right now.”.
The milkman-“What can I do? All the costs have gone up.”
The boy-“You can drink milk and be happy, why unnecesarily charge high rates to your customers?”
The milkman-“Is that so?”
And their conversation ended.
Luckily, the milkman didn’t increase the price,
Or his business would have gone kaput.
Adios!
A new boy in an old town,
Reached the sky,
To the very top,
Where he wanted to be.
Top doesn’t mean,
Earning millions and billions of money,
Or any currency.
Reaching the top means,
Achieving the best possible outcome,
For the deepest wish within.
The boy wanted to become a teacher,
And for four consecutive years he tried very hard,
And at last he got a chance to teach at the school where he wanted to.
The school wasn’t of any hot shot fame,
Most of the children were from poor families,
And the children loved his teachings.
And the local authorities used to sponsor them and they still do.
The “new boy” later on became the principal of that same school,
And that position he held for the rest of his life.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 