Somewhere Over the Rainbow #28 With Prats in our hearts - Page 65

I see, the problems persist. 😕 I didn't know that everything was OK except our CC. 😲 I cannot believe that no one has done anything to solve our problems.

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning! Why is our problem still unresolved, Madi an dPadma, could you also complain on that link? You know something, from that link, you can access pms everything, it's a problem ailing our chat club, all of you too put pressure on them, may be they are not responding to my complaint alone! Big boss is touching new depths of crass behaviour, wish Sid had not gone there, he is showing the ugly side of his personality, fighting over food, using words like aukaat, demeaning a female's face, very shocking, th epoise and maturity he showed in camera otherwise, is all lost now, is he really like that? Have a good day everyone, be blessed always!

The very concept of BB is based on participants exhibiting their worst traits. This is what increases viewership, unfortunately. I don't know what Sid expected from BB. I'm afraid it will disappoint the people who support him and who look at a different Sid at BB, now.

My home is my country, and it’s in heaven. My home is, therefore, heaven. And it’s in the space.
My home is, therefore, universe. And it’s in my head. That means that I have no other homeland – but myself!
M Antic

The Silliest Sorrow Of All Sorrows

Tonight, while the distant fogColored Text

is condensing and spreading,

while nobody is even tryingto understand these sparks in my pupils,

I assume I’m not imaginingthat

I’m the only one

this crazy and naive, and wonderful,

wonderful like a suburban antique shop window

where there are mines.

Wind,

help yourself,

toss the leaves into the river,

like kids do with their burst balloons.

Autumn is the silliest sorrow of all sorrows.

Autumn is my love

in six green-eyed letters,

and a lie,

the most childish lie,

that makes me bad and good up to unconsciousness.

Wind,

what do we know,

maybe, at this moment, into all the yellow wagons,

on some distant yellow railroads,

the girls from our yellow dreams are entering

girls with hair as yellow as rye.

Why else would,otherwise,

all of this have such a yellow name: October?

M Antic

Happy new day friends 🤗

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!Nado is back and with her wonderful, eclectic mix of poems, thank you dear Nado for introducing us to this great poet from your country!Our Cc still has problems, have you girls complained as yet?Today is our dearest moppet and youngest member's birthday, yes today is our Abhi' s birthday and we cannot even post greetings properly! Happy birthday to the apple of our eyes and to the sweetest and most adorable baby in the whole wide world. Our blessings to little Abhi for much happiness, peace, love, good health and prosperity. May God always keep him safe and blessed!

See, so many typos due to the rectangular silly box! Trying to post greetings for our little baby!

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!Nado is back and with her wonderful, eclectic mix of poems, thank you dear Nado for introducing us to this great poet from your country!Our Cc still has problems, have you girls complained as yet?Today is our dearest moppet and youngest member's birthday, yes today is our Abhi' s birthday and we cannot even post greetings properly! Happy birthday to the apple of our eyes and to the sweetest and most adorable baby in the whole wide world. Our blessings to little Abhi for much happiness, peace, love, good health and prosperity. May God always keep him safe and blessed!

Some gifts to make your day!

And some yummy food!

God bless you always my child, abundantly and excessively!

Originally posted by: nn027

The Silliest Sorrow Of All Sorrows

Tonight, while the distant fogColored Text

is condensing and spreading,

while nobody is even tryingto understand these sparks in my pupils,

I assume I’m not imaginingthat

I’m the only one

this crazy and naive, and wonderful,

wonderful like a suburban antique shop window

where there are mines.

Wind,

help yourself,

toss the leaves into the river,

like kids do with their burst balloons.

Autumn is the silliest sorrow of all sorrows.

Autumn is my love

in six green-eyed letters,

and a lie,

the most childish lie,

that makes me bad and good up to unconsciousness.

Wind,

what do we know,

maybe, at this moment, into all the yellow wagons,

on some distant yellow railroads,

the girls from our yellow dreams are entering

girls with hair as yellow as rye.

Why else would,otherwise,

all of this have such a yellow name: October?

M Antic

Happy new day friends 🤗

What a sweet poem, love the imagery and theme👏