Breaking the hiatus.......can't be staying active these days.......
SOPHROSYNE____ is an ancient Greek concept of an ideal of excellence of character and soundness of mind, which when combined in one well-balanced individual leads to other qualities, such as temperance, moderation, prudence, purity, decorum, and SELF-CONTROL.
Dear Me , I am happy to see you breaking the silence today that you kept since yesterday A silence, that swallowed threats and fears when my skin felt a bad touch
I am happy to see you experiencing today that you postponed yesterday An experience, that was taught to be a hijacker of social acceptability
I am happy to see you stop explaining today what you continued yesterday An explanation, that strengthened but only the undeserved regrets and guilts
NATSUKASHII- is a Japanese word used when something evokes a fond memory from your past. ... But natsukashii – which derives from the verb “natsuku”, which means “to keep close and become fond of” – indicates joy and gratitude for the past rather than a desire to return to it. ■■■□□□■■■
I've been a die hard fan of these lines:
“Everyone has a happy ending, if you're not happy, it's not the end.” ----The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.
I feel not guilty of admitting myself an #escapist. I don't like tragedies, conspiracies, seriously evil plots and above all, the sad endings. I still prefer watching cartoons that suck my stress honestly. 》it's quite hard nominating my favorite cartoon show, I like not all but many
#Cartoons have been the best form of art for me If I refuse to give a fabricated reply to today's prompt by @miraquill .
#HESYKHIA (#Hesychia) ____was the personified Greek spirit (daimona) of quiet, rest, silence and stillness. She was a daughter of Dike (Lady Justice). Her Roman equivalents were Quies (Quiet) and Silentia (Silence).
It's around 25 times by now since 9-11-1996 that I've experienced the frosted dew of December, that I've seen the blooms of April, that I've tried to squeeze the long days of blazing June with the tang of mangoes and that I've stimulated my auditory canal by walking on the crumbled dry amber leaves of October.
Throughout this life so far, I have been developed and devastated periodically and with a certain clicks of transformation, by now I stand with multitude of emotions and points of view. Many came, much happened a lot I did to consume myself that owes almost an equivalent proportion of good, bad and average. But somewhere something remained constant with variable someones that the introduction to whom, made me sit on the chair of C Y ( a person who is centre of N O attention or talk). S U R E , and the imagination bee created a massive comb in heart that dripped the drops of expectations but which has never lasted for so long and the reality hunted and chopped it down causing, G H (Sudden end of O contact with S someone without T any explanation)' I N G. But it's not the end since every ending is a new beginning and so is continued here. Though this breathing monument of 5.4 ft has reached its final size and the construction is over but yet not the process of renovation!
Life generated various regrets but time unfolded me the disguised blessings. Like I opted medical (science of body) but after four years of robotic input, I finally realized my #mistake and switched to literature (science of soul).
Various entities like family, friends and fellows kept on switching the ears to my voice and my gratitude still accompanies them like a ghost never mind yet it seems that I almost remained wrong in making the right choices until I met my PEN that by listening to me, itself becomes my voice thus truly becoming my T R (A trusty, honest U E fellow). P E N N Y.
■□■// My pen is actually another me who records my state to preserve myself.// ■□■
It made me a warrior in the army where pen fights, defends and attacks instead of the sword. It made me an inhabitant of a galaxy of writers that emit the radiating light of M E (to do something with soul, R creativity or love, to put A yourself in it). K I.
Meanwhile I am making #mistakes while what to support and what to condemn but my love for pen is holding me to stay on third road.
And perhaps I am making another #mistake right now saying all this. But may it be not a long lasting regret. So far whatever I considered mega mistakes of my life that I regretted for, later on stood me grateful for the very things.
■ □■// Inside me, there is situated a colossal museum with the memories hung on its walls that echo whatever has been mine once, the laughters, the sobs, the applause, the condolences and the still continued expectations, plans and dreams. //■□■
Since last month on 16th we announced MIRAGE POETRY CONTEST, in memories of @john_solomon & @kehta_hai_joker, its been an overwhelming journey full of learning and reminiscence. We want to thank you all the beautiful poets who wrote for this and helped us honor and remember Jack and Joker. We also want to thank Good Lord The Almighty who blessed us, that we had the beautiful presence of those two holy souls in our lives, and also for guiding us, their close friends, to organise Mirage in their remembrance.
With all of your surreal haikus, we felt Jack and Joker around. Thank you all once again for the kind support ❤
We invite you all for the "Jack and Joker Memorial Event" on 19th of December, on Clubhouse App. (We will have more details on this event very soon).
And with all your blessings the contest will resume again on 16th November next year.
Finally, a very special thank you to @captain_blant, who was the main creative contributor as well as the driving force behind this beautiful commemorative event. You are quite an inspiration Satyam, and we appreciate your considerable efforts!