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!"
Her eyes are powerful enough to get lost for the entire men in this earth! Not only her eyes, The dimples on her cheeks buries alive.
The best fashion designers are in a await In the presence of the Heaven's kingdom to get a boon from the One Who dresses the entire flowers of the earth To design a costume that best suits her As she dresses the best like the Royal highness.
I thought she's a woman who blushes When people cherishes, Yet I came to know that She feeds her livelihood from the dawn And serves the world to communicate with her Matrix brains.
When the entire earth loses towards her, Here i am with a big question tag in heart Would I win her?.
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