At a bright morning,
I saw her face.
It was divine.
It was something new.
I fell in love.
The feelings were innocent and devout.
I knew she was it.
Whom I love.
She is a loaf of garlic bread,
Without whom my breakfast goes like a fast.
Adios!
Love.
Tag: WRITING
One- Day.
One day a man went to buy potatoes.He was given ladies finger in place of it.
That’s how the things are these days.
Adios!
Happy Footballers.
Adios!
She Is Pestering Me.
She is pestering me.
Give me money,
Give me rice.
Give me food.
Give me burgers.
She is definitely pestering me.
Take me to the movies.
Buy me jewelry.
Spend more money on me.
Is she mad?
Yes, she is.
She is pestering me.
Buy me onions.
Buy me ginger.
I think “give me and buy me” are two distinct entities.
Buy me noodles.
Buy cold drinks,
Something with a dew, which is more fizzy.
Buy me rubber band,
Buy me electronic items.
Buy me a brand new phone.
Again, buy me a new phone,
Then with 64 GB RAM.
Take me to Dubai.
Fly me to The grand city of New York.
Will she pay the air fare, hotel and other expenses?
Ofcourse not!
She is a pesterer, a leech.
A good for nothing.
Well, she is pestering me.
I have trying hard to avoid her,
But I couldn’t.
Who is she?
She is mind.
Under whose veil everyone works.
Adios!
Tributaries.
Tributaries,
Are a wonder of nature.
From a river,
Either big or small,
Flow around the laid said path,
Quenching the thirst and needs of millions who come in her way.
Sometimes, a tributary makes new paths and way,
It is the beauty and miracle of the lord that,
He blesses the humanity,
Though they are much far apart.
Like a tributary, Lord himself is unknown,]
Who knows?
One day,
When he might show himself,
Beholden in his majestical wooden throne.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 