🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #38 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 73

Good morning friends.

Today is Pratyusha's Remembrance day for us. ❤️

We lost her today a few years back , and yet to accept that fact.

But, each and every day, we believe that she is still alive in this thread.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fY_DTjvGOMw

Artists are in a way sensitive souls, they prefer to die rather than staying away from limelight.

Some vile forces will use their sensitivity and tender nature for their selfish purposes and then prefer to dump them into grave 😭

Waiting to see the culprit to be punished, but we don't know when it will happen!

Heartfelt tribute to our Pratyusha, stay happy Prats wherever you are. ❤️❤️❤️

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AY7sxPcUDM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BtTV6oWUjw

Remembering Pratyusha Benarjee today.

We missed her and every day, we are feeling for her. Memories are heavy, and tears are a continuous flow. First time, I watched the TV serial continuously, as long as Pratyusha was there.❤️

Later, I lost interest in serials.

We lost such a good actress, she was so young and vibrant, a great career was waiting for her. But death grabbed her with both hands in the form of a negative character.

We missed you Pratyusha, not today, everyday we are missing you.

May God bless you there in the heaven.❤️

Dear Pratyusha

Hello Rainbow Friends😊

Good Night dear Friends🤗

On this day we lost Pratyusha. She was talented, she was a gentle artistic soul. That's why she was hurt so deeply, that's why she suffered. Seven years have passed and I can't help but think, in these seven years, if she had stayed with us, how many wonderful roles she would have given us. I wish we could have followed her maturation as both an actress and a woman. But she is not here. She disappeared like a comet. It shone brightly and disappeared among the stars.

We miss you. We are grateful for the gift you gave us, for the friendship we have. Wherever you are, I know you still have that beautiful smile and are following us. ❤️

AN IMMORTAL POEM – MIROSLAV MIKA ANTIĆ

I

If you hear: I died
and I was dear to your heart
Maybe something inside you will also suddenly turn gray…
Have you ever at all thought about the true meaning of life?

Like snow on your palm, childhood melting away in you.
Worries…. Are there any worries? Sorrows… Are there any sorrows?
On the ladder of imagination boldly climb up to your youth.

That beautiful but enticing rainbow is waiting for you over there.

And live your life.
Live it to the very last drop. Don’t nibble days like a mouse.
Chew the air with all your teeth.
Run faster than the winds and the birds. Overtake them all.

Because, every eternity is short.

Smiling faces, in some mirrors, all of a sudden become wrinkled.
Unexpected: at some corner, a tear ambushes you.
Troubles come tiptoeing. Years turn grayer.
All of a sudden, the world, while you’re walking
becomes more and more narrow
And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted

Therefore, live, but fully!
…

II

Really, have you sometimes thought about what does it mean to die?

And where in fact does a man disappear?

What is it that takes him away forever?

Don’t go to cemeteries.

You won’t understand a thing.

Cemeteries are the darkest fair and an ugly theatre.

You are not meant for such theatres, with no hope and fire,
the theatres of dried up tears, where graveyard rules reign,
where there are no quarrels and songs, and no applause.

And the end is known in advance.

When playing riots and your formlessness,
don’t you ever wish to secretly reach new dimensions of sense
in neighboring futures?

I’ll explain it to you one day. If you find me there.

You know what I’ll do: I’ll brake your toy,
the one called pain,
if you get up the courage.

I’m not lying to you – I invent
things that have to exist,
but you haven’t discovered them yet, because you haven’t even looked for them.

Remember: reality is more real if you add unreal to it.

You will know me by silence. The eternals don’t talk.

To outwit the wisdom, learn how to listen.
Great answers show themselves to you

After countless births and some petty deaths,
when you realize one day that all that breathing doesn’t make a life,

Really, come to me,
to touch you with light and turn you into thought.

Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future

And there are no empty worlds.

The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence
but existence without us.

III

If you hear: I died
here’s what it will really mean:

Thousands of colorful fish will be fluttering through my eye.
And the ground will hide me. And the weed will hide me.

And, in the meanwhile,
I’ll be flying high… High

Remember: there are no limits, but only temporary limits.

I’ll be sailing above you at downs. Downwind, slippery like silk.
I’ll be showing you horizons, outlines of rising era
and future sights with beauty of invisible wings.
…

I’ll be resting from unimportant, like galactic flocks,
that have grown together by pulsation ongoing in their souls.

I’ll be resting from unimportant, like deep forests,
that have grown together by branches into dense embraces.

I’ll be resting from unimportant like big birds,
that have grown together by wings and weaved a net in the entire sky.

I’ll be resting from unimportant like great loves,
that had grown together by lips, even before they met.

Do you really think that my hand, knee, or head,
could, tomorrow, turn into clay,
willow’s root
and grass?

Do you really think that a small secret, or a silly fear,
could, tomorrow, turn into silence,
darkness,
and dust?

You know I come from somewhere from the stars.
I’m all made out of light.

Nothing in me will
extinguish or shorten

I will only, as simple as that, at one random dawn,
return to my distant Sun, with gold in my eyes.

Because, I was meant for theatres
with plenty of heart and zeal, theatres of laughter and tears,
where there is no order, where there is quarreling,
and singing, and screaming, and applauses.
And the end is not known in advance.

Being punished for my every thought, let alone my every deed,
I’m suspected of tenderness
And found guilty for not extinguishing love with hatred
but with new, bigger love
and I don’t extinguish life with death,
but with something differently alive.

The last borders of infinity are just the beginning of more endless.

He who lasts longer than more lasting knows not for short term knowledge.

Never torture yourself with the question: how to survive,
But: how not to die after the final death.

IV

If you hear: I died
Don’t worry. In every century somebody mistakes me for
the tired and old.

There’s nowhere as many people as in one man.

There is nowhere as many differences as in the same things.

If you scratch through the spaces, you’ll dig me out of the wind.
I’m in the water, in the stones, in every dusk and dawn.

Being humanly versatile doesn’t mean being dehumanized

I am dividable by all sorts of things, but not destructible as well.

And all those miraculous states and renewal of myself
are nothing but a maelstrom
dull,
persistent,
long.

Do you know what are prophecies?
Molds of past occurrences and their breathlessness that chases itself around.

So why say goodbye? What are we sorry for?
I have lived a magnificent life
because I really knew how to do it
If you hear: I died,
– don’t believe it.
Because it’s something I don’t know how to do.

Love is the only air I’ve ever breathed
and laughter the only language in the world that I understand

I have just dropped by on this earth, to give you a wink.
To leave something behind
like a fluttering trace.

Therefore, don’t be sad.
The only thing I care for is
to remain silly in your eyes and strangely dear to your heart.
At night, when you look up to the sky,
you give me a wink too
let it be a secret.

In spite of gray days,
when you see a comet turning the horizon red,
remember: its me
still silly flying and living.

And you returned to your distant sun, to the neighboring future, to add light to us. ❤️

1991- 2016

Originally posted by: nn027

AN IMMORTAL POEM – MIROSLAV MIKA ANTIĆ

I

If you hear: I died
and I was dear to your heart
Maybe something inside you will also suddenly turn gray…
Have you ever at all thought about the true meaning of life?

Like snow on your palm, childhood melting away in you.
Worries…. Are there any worries? Sorrows… Are there any sorrows?
On the ladder of imagination boldly climb up to your youth.

That beautiful but enticing rainbow is waiting for you over there.

And live your life.
Live it to the very last drop. Don’t nibble days like a mouse.
Chew the air with all your teeth.
Run faster than the winds and the birds. Overtake them all.

Because, every eternity is short.

Smiling faces, in some mirrors, all of a sudden become wrinkled.
Unexpected: at some corner, a tear ambushes you.
Troubles come tiptoeing. Years turn grayer.
All of a sudden, the world, while you’re walking
becomes more and more narrow
And your laughter quieter and quieter and somehow distorted

Therefore, live, but fully!
…

II

Really, have you sometimes thought about what does it mean to die?

And where in fact does a man disappear?

What is it that takes him away forever?

Don’t go to cemeteries.

You won’t understand a thing.

Cemeteries are the darkest fair and an ugly theatre.

You are not meant for such theatres, with no hope and fire,
the theatres of dried up tears, where graveyard rules reign,
where there are no quarrels and songs, and no applause.

And the end is known in advance.

When playing riots and your formlessness,
don’t you ever wish to secretly reach new dimensions of sense
in neighboring futures?

I’ll explain it to you one day. If you find me there.

You know what I’ll do: I’ll brake your toy,
the one called pain,
if you get up the courage.

I’m not lying to you – I invent
things that have to exist,
but you haven’t discovered them yet, because you haven’t even looked for them.

Remember: reality is more real if you add unreal to it.

You will know me by silence. The eternals don’t talk.

To outwit the wisdom, learn how to listen.
Great answers show themselves to you

After countless births and some petty deaths,
when you realize one day that all that breathing doesn’t make a life,

Really, come to me,
to touch you with light and turn you into thought.

Even the farthest future has its future that carries inside the voice of its future

And there are no empty worlds.

The thing that we are not aware of is not nonexistence
but existence without us.

III

If you hear: I died
here’s what it will really mean:

Thousands of colorful fish will be fluttering through my eye.
And the ground will hide me. And the weed will hide me.

And, in the meanwhile,
I’ll be flying high… High

Remember: there are no limits, but only temporary limits.

I’ll be sailing above you at downs. Downwind, slippery like silk.
I’ll be showing you horizons, outlines of rising era
and future sights with beauty of invisible wings.
…

I’ll be resting from unimportant, like galactic flocks,
that have grown together by pulsation ongoing in their souls.

I’ll be resting from unimportant, like deep forests,
that have grown together by branches into dense embraces.

I’ll be resting from unimportant like big birds,
that have grown together by wings and weaved a net in the entire sky.

I’ll be resting from unimportant like great loves,
that had grown together by lips, even before they met.

Do you really think that my hand, knee, or head,
could, tomorrow, turn into clay,
willow’s root
and grass?

Do you really think that a small secret, or a silly fear,
could, tomorrow, turn into silence,
darkness,
and dust?

You know I come from somewhere from the stars.
I’m all made out of light.

Nothing in me will
extinguish or shorten

I will only, as simple as that, at one random dawn,
return to my distant Sun, with gold in my eyes.

Because, I was meant for theatres
with plenty of heart and zeal, theatres of laughter and tears,
where there is no order, where there is quarreling,
and singing, and screaming, and applauses.
And the end is not known in advance.

Being punished for my every thought, let alone my every deed,
I’m suspected of tenderness
And found guilty for not extinguishing love with hatred
but with new, bigger love
and I don’t extinguish life with death,
but with something differently alive.

The last borders of infinity are just the beginning of more endless.

He who lasts longer than more lasting knows not for short term knowledge.

Never torture yourself with the question: how to survive,
But: how not to die after the final death.

IV

If you hear: I died
Don’t worry. In every century somebody mistakes me for
the tired and old.

There’s nowhere as many people as in one man.

There is nowhere as many differences as in the same things.

If you scratch through the spaces, you’ll dig me out of the wind.
I’m in the water, in the stones, in every dusk and dawn.

Being humanly versatile doesn’t mean being dehumanized

I am dividable by all sorts of things, but not destructible as well.

And all those miraculous states and renewal of myself
are nothing but a maelstrom
dull,
persistent,
long.

Do you know what are prophecies?
Molds of past occurrences and their breathlessness that chases itself around.

So why say goodbye? What are we sorry for?
I have lived a magnificent life
because I really knew how to do it
If you hear: I died,
– don’t believe it.
Because it’s something I don’t know how to do.

Love is the only air I’ve ever breathed
and laughter the only language in the world that I understand

I have just dropped by on this earth, to give you a wink.
To leave something behind
like a fluttering trace.

Therefore, don’t be sad.
The only thing I care for is
to remain silly in your eyes and strangely dear to your heart.
At night, when you look up to the sky,
you give me a wink too
let it be a secret.

In spite of gray days,
when you see a comet turning the horizon red,
remember: its me
still silly flying and living.

And you returned to your distant sun, to the neighboring future, to add light to us. ❤️

1991- 2016

Cannot stop reading and rereading this poem, such a great introspection on life and death, thank you for sharing, dear Nado, simply adore Antic!

And it is 7 years since Prats passed away! Seven years too since Madi n Avi joined us⭐️. And our CC has survived for 7 years on love n friendship, incredible!! Cheers to Prats and all of us, especially the five pillars, Madi, Padma, you, Avi and me, the constants!👍🏼