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.
My leaves are blue,
My petals are green,
My stem is red,
And do you know that my flowers are unseen,
Do you know how young I am?
The same is myself,
The leaves are my wishes.
My flowers are my genes,
The air passes around and it whispers “you are fair”.
I don’t like to be fair.
I like to blow that air, which doesn’t say I am beautiful,
You will see me very soon, very soon, very soon.
Adios!
A Little Away Is My Home, The Permanent Home
Eons after eons I have made this home.
Do you think it is in heaven?
No it is in ozone.
No dearth of oxygen, there is no need, no dearth of food, enough indeed.
The bed is made, the windows are open, flowers of my choice, bloom in my garden.
Fruits have ripened, it’s for your use
You have them, be happy and don’t cry.
There is no gain, for anybody, without pain. My mind is made by me.
I have love in my vein.
My truth always I have searched.
My mind is my brain.
Adios!
When did I Laugh?
That you are so angry?
When Did I laugh?
That you are so sad?
When did I laugh?
That you are having bread instead of water at this moment?
When did I laugh?
That you laughed all the way home.
When did I laugh?
That you indulged in sin?
When did I laugh?
That you couldn’t win?
When did I laugh?
That you became impure?
When did I laugh?
That your mind remained poor.
When did I laugh?
When you completed you world tour.
When did I laugh?
That you became arrogant.
When did I laugh?
That you forgot to bend.
When did I laugh?
That you became slave of your own self.
When did I laugh?
That you rotted away.
When did I laugh?
When you danced merrily.
When did I laugh?
When you went to hell?
When did I laugh?
When there was nothing to laugh at?
It’s you and yourself, which leaves nothing and hankers after everything.
Adios!
Ma wants me to make a paste of garam masala i.e. the Indian spices which contain cardamom, cinnamon, cloves and black pepper.
Ma always tells me make them one soul.
So I take cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, black pepper in the mortar and pestle and start pounding them.
See the play of mortar and pestle.
As I start grinding and pounding, few of them jump upto my face.
Black pepper simply keeps on pouncing up and down and doesn’t want to be grounded.
Cardamom and the cloves are not so innocent, they too are pouncing by the side of mortar and making me sweat more.
The cinnamon sticks are giving me hard time, grinding them down.
Cloves are very stubborn and they require extra and continuous pounding and pounding.
After ten minutes of hard soul crushing pounding, I take up the pestle and see that only half of the spices have been ground.
Ma looks at my work and she starts laughing.
I tell Ma-“Ma why are you laughing? I am working so hard. The spices simply don’t want to be grinded.”
Ma says-“How much longer will you take?”
The moment Ma says this I start grinding at breakneck speed. In five minutes or so nearly everything of those spice have become one soul, except for a small part of cinnamon stick. I start pounding again.
Finally I got the paste done.
Ma was still laughing at me. I said -“Ma all are not the same. Ma please see my soul.”
Ma gave me a hug and all was well.
Each and everything has a soul. By the way those hot spices were dancing and not getting grinded proved that too have souls. They were simply protesting. Maybe they wanted a spa before being grinded.
Adios!
Those sugary donuts are God’s invention, blessings and love for those who are sad and for those who are happy.
A freshly made hot donut which is made in a bakery, where you will only find the aroma of freshly baked bread is something which makes the heart happy.
The moment of delight lies in the part when the chef or the baker drizzles, the powdered sugar on the donuts are your melts all the way to the infinity.
After when those donuts are packed in a brown bag for you, you hand are simply waiting for the chance to open the bag and have those donuts as fast as you can.
Some have their donuts then and there, some eat it while
going to office, some have it after coming home.
Remember when you have a donut with you nothing can go wrong.Be happy.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 