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.
Are you purely pure from your heart?
If yes, then go and wash your face.
For you are lying,
With everything that you have,
Including your “self”.
But that ain’t all.
Heart is such a beautiful thing,
Which connects us with everything beautiful, nice and good.
It sometimes even attracts to things which are not desirable.
But it touches our base with Lord himself.
Only he can make you purely pure of the heart.
So, don’t worry,
Instead be truthful and happy.
Adios!
Most mad days,
Do you eat your hair?
Do you comb your teeth?
Do you hear novels?
Do you drive with your legs?
Most mad days,
Do you roast your bosses’ order?
Do you sleep upon concrete?
Do you think why I haven’t paid my taxes?
Do you fly in a train?
Most mad days,
Can you see with your nose?
Can you write with your back?
Can you juggle with your eyebrows?
Can you sing an opera?
If you can’t do most of these things,
Then your day ain’t mad.
Otherwise,
You need to check into loony asylum.
Be very very careful.
Adios!
My friend Lark,
Is divine,
Is great.
He isn’t superfluous.
He is meticulous.
He is true.
He is worthy and worthwhile.
He is benevolent.
But he isn’t merciful to those who knowingly do wrong.
Beware of that.
And he is excellently beautiful.
Adios!
The red mountain,in the far off region of a plateau was all alone.
The area was dry with hardly any vegetation left. There wasn’t a single mountain,hill or tree in its vicinity.
The red mountain was full of iron, so it was even more precious, but hardly very few people came there.
Once three bandits came upon that hill. They found it very interesting, that a hill all alone, in a dry area, was perfect for their hideout.
But all the hell broke lose when they struck the first hoe.
“Who dares to strike a hoe on my mountain?” Reverberated a loud voice. The bandits became so scared that they all ran away.
But they couldn’t go much ahead. Their whole road was blocked by barricades. They became more scared.
“How dare you run away?” That same voice shouted again.
The bandits started crying.
“You strike a hoe on my mountain and start crying?” That voice asked them loudly.
The bandits shuddered and wet themselves.
Soon a team of angels came down upon that place and arrested those bandits and took them to hell, where they rotted for eternity.
The red mountain was a secret and shall remain so.
Adios!
The Serene Morning,
Awaits us all.
It has to be beautiful,
Cool,
Calm,
And wonderful.
The morning shows the day.
It has to bright,
Otherwise,
Everyone feels let down,
Like a fallen down kite.
The serene morning,
Gives us that boost,
Which makes us the most happiest and keeps us going and rocking.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 