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.
They are laughing in a group.
Like mad men,
On the streets.
They are eating,
Burgers and French fries,
Yet their laughter is uncontrollable.
They are laughing in a group,
For nothing is impossible at this time,
For them.
Hope, I could laugh as openly as them,
For it is a privilege to laugh,
And that too in a group.
Adios!
A glance was enough,
To melt the boy’s heart.
To make the rose want more for the light,
For they weren’t apart.
A glance was enough,
To rock the mountains,
to bring the happiness,
Into light’s heart.
A glance was enough,
For the morning call.
As the sun rose,
Into a glorious beginning,
The glance made it all.
Adios!
A fine rainy morning,
Makes the road wet and splashy.
It diversifies,
The economy and the ecology,
With people staying indoors,
While most children simply venture out,
To make most of the rains.
A fine rainy morning,
Is welcomed with long snoring sleep,
Then a sip of tea,
With hot bread and cold jam,
And a peek out of the window,
To simply acknowledge the situation,
And say,
“Yes, it is raining,
And the rains are beautiful,
Let’s have tea”.
A fine rainy morning………….
Adios!
The big God,
Shook my hands.
He said-“Hi, my friend, how are you?”
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Here the Lord Of the Universe,
Was calling me his friend!
He again said-“How are you my friend?”
I replied-“I am very fine sir.”
He said-“In all the universes, I am no sir. It is love from all beings which keeps me going, otherwise it is hard to sustain.”
“But sir, aren’t you the mightiest of all?”
“Oh, no. That is my father.”
“I am simply known as the Big God.”
“Well, how do you do sir?”
“I am doing just fine.”
“Aren’t we all?”
“No, we all aren’t”
“That’s how it is.”
“That’s very true sir, that’s how it is.”
Adios!
The rose which Ma had bought for me,
Was big and round.
Yet, I kept it in the front pocket of my shirt.
But the rose would fall out of my pocket and a small thorn of its stem,
Would get lodged near the button hole of my shirt.
Not once, not twice, not even thrice.
It happened four times.
I told Ma-“Ma the rose is constantly falling out of my pocket and getting lodged near the button hole of my shirt.”
Ma-“Maybe it wants the button hole of your shirt”.
I removed the thorn and lodged the rose in the button hole of my shirt.
Though big and round,
The rose looked really sweet.
I kept there for a few minutes,
And then laid it in front of my maternal grandmother’s photo.
The rose indeed wanted the button hole of my shirt.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 