Of the 9 billions in this earth I'm afraid to see only one's eyes Everytime When I have a glance at those eyes, it chills down my spine.
My heart asked to himself, why don't you be a Prisoner to those eyes, when they are so captive?
Then my brain replied, no sweetheart You are just seeing from one-dimension. Here I See those eyes from another dimension Which you failed to see.
It tells me that these eyes Never wanted to capture anyone, Instead kill every young men through those mesmerizing eyes.
My heart replied again,-yeah Those eyes killed me the very moment, I saw for the first time. But It is you bringing me back alive.
Yeah, it's my job to keep you alive; My brain replied with a smile.-Heart replied Yeah you are right, but didn't you fall for those eyes.?
The brain replied, Yeah, I did , I haven't met any eyes like those But, I knew these eyes will make my system error. And I am escaping from it; And I have to admit it. Her eyes is the most powerful of all Those in 9 billions.
It was sad to hear our Paradise king rest in peace, The scriptures from the Bible states that, " How costly is the death of the saints in the sight of the Lord " He who works for the service God is not a saint alone, the one who establishes the kingdom of Heaven in earth is also a saint. And this death is Costly for God himself, and he will grieve, if he Is in earth , he would have made an another generation live a Kingdom's life. Said Reverend Doctor Xavier Arulraj, who is the lead of Shiva's funeral service. The entire province gathered, and weeping for Shiva, also the globally spreader networks.
Every where, I could see boards written like, "We are gonna miss our Paradise king Shiva Shiva A Rose among thorns withered like the flowers do, The man who never wanted hunger in everyone's life is resting in peace as he did it", and many more to go
Jero and Mervyn with Riya came in front of the people and asked, better not weep dear people , My Father has completed His purpose successfully, though I am gonna miss him, I am happy that my Father did achieved what he wanted in his life, If you people really do love, " Find the purpose of your life and make it, this is what my dad wanted you all to be, "
We don't know , Is it possible to do things perfect like our dad did.. yet we will try and you people do have to.
Let me say few words about my spiritual dad said Mervyn, The life of " A Rose among thorns, and The Lotus among the miry clay is difficult, yet they were the crowns. I don't have to say it, you people really know, How this Rose among thorns came to rise.
Let's think about it for a while to honour him and live like him.........
Oh man what a bad day it is ? The crowds in indistinct voices
" Shiva shazhrenzi Lavelier passed away this morning " All the major broadcasting networks arrived within an hour, Anjana the senior reporter of TNN (Tamil News Network ) herself came to the hotspot to report the death of " the Honourable Excellency Shiva Lavelier of TN " Who won the elections with the majority of 98 % in every elections since 15 years.
Riya summoned Mervyn to discuss about the funeral services to happen safe and sound, and made a call to her brother.
"Jero where are you, how long it's gonna take to reach? Jero replied in another hour I'll be taking a chopper from the port!"
The clock passed hours two, Jero arrived, with his team and Mervyn took him to the discussion room, along with the chief cabinet members and Anjana, they decided keep his corpse at the Justice House near the Santhome shrine for the public and the TNN took the rights to telecast the funeral.
As soon as the news hit the TVs and The social networks People around various places mourn so deeply, and started tweeting, " our Paradise has Lost the most Precious Soul that made the impossible to possible "
Alas, Now we lost our Honourable Sir and who's gonna set things right like he did ? Is it possible for our Paradise to be the same like it was in Him ? Well, we don't think so, the ideas that he had , that he executed perfectly without any flaws in every departments may be the superiors or the subordinates ! Since 15 years when a common young man tried that he can bring a change and which he did perfect.
" It's way too hard to hear that Our Paradise king is no more!"
Announcing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans, I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you. Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before. Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends. Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge. Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it. Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars. In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet. Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early! Blessings, Admin Carolyn
In search of an open door A silver curtain slab her way Her heart's long despair When her day begins Seems come as it ends A string of hope slowly fading Good memories start blurring There were always goodbyes Than more uttered hello
Though she won't say goodbye for now But to sing the last chorus of Titan's rhyme Where goodbye lies in songbirds Singing melancholy up high In auburn muddied sky Echoing across the luscious evergreen Tonight the last goodbye cradled and sighed Peacefully lies in pink casket Of her wooden unclad old canvas
Goodbyes are just words that all used to be Or the last farewell of embrace to her last gust Sweet is goodbye for the one who loves That's better said than gone without trace Left somewhere in the darkened sun
This morning solitude when sorrow cease I finally make my way to sail my boat with joy on annexes of silent row the light is shining bright a glorious day full of grace with all the dewdrops glint grasses on their luxurious green the skies leaden blue wintry hope exists, heart's contented so as I embrace the morning elixir with love, kindness and forgiveness
I know how it feels to hold a blank page in your palm To not able to hear the words parading in rhymes To not able to see your thoughts growing And blooming just like a scented carmine rose As if your metaphors are fearful to come out In the dark den of your subconscious mind Those verses and poems that are hard to conceive Like knitting your golden scarf, halfway losing entangled But it's okay, don't compel your pen to bleed Pause for a while, learn to feel your words in the void Who knows at your silent mode you can initiate a better version of your lost words It's not over yet to spilled your ink Be patient, soon the blank page will be filled With a dazzling stardust of your finest words For once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes of inkless verse like yours Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
I hope and believe that one day your words will ignite like mine