Tell me December Are you the last part Or, the one before start? Tell me December... Are you the pit of rant Where one reprimands self For not meeting goals And killing resolution with arrows Or, a bowl of motivation That stimulates to look ahead And not dwell in the things concluded? Tell me December... Are you a bell That sings "wrap up" Or, a flute that tunes "anticipation"? December exclaims, "I am just four weeks Where you count your lows and peaks I am nothing more Than the bridge from hereon"
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, thier 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.
I thank you all from bottom of my heart for sharing your haikus for the MIRAGE POETRY CONTEST. As the contest reaches to its deadline, and the results to be announced tomorrow, I just want to say its been overwhelming❤
Here I'm sharing my two flowers to the holy souls. These two unscented haikus as A (Assertion) on how overconsumption of resources leaves the world with nothing, we must save, we must save for our great great grandchildren to remember us not as irresponsible generation but as who left grasses green for dew to kiss it for centuries. And R (Reason) on what instrinsic nature of us drives us to overcosume-comfort- and that instead of feeling of world at its fullest.