🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #37 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 71

Originally posted by: vibraj

All well Tulsi, life goes on despite its ups and downs, always heart warming to see you in our midst❤️ and read words of hope, coming from you is most inspirational, keep well, take care and hugs n love to Krishna!!

Agree with you, Tulasi's presence always inspires us, and make us to admire her more and more. 🤗

Originally posted by: Tulsi14

Garlands are made with all kinds of flowers.

Flowers are many but every flower is unique in its own way

My rainbow friends are unique in there own way,

In our lifetime we meet so many people,

Only some people make impact on your life,

In those few people my rainbow friends impacted my life in many ways,

Maybe they don’t know me in and out,

But always with me to

encourage me and support me,

Garlands,

With so much love and care garland’s are made,

The same love all my friends have to wards each other,

They post beautiful quotes to encourage,

I value your time and appreciate what you post,

Garlands

They are used to decorate different things in our life,

They bring happiness,brightness and freshness what ever the occasion,

My rainbow friends elevate everyone s mood with beautiful pics,quotes,poetry…

Garlands,

They spread there love my inviting….

It might be to honor for someone s achievement ,

It might be to honor for someone s loss,

What ever the situation is they spread there fragrance and beauty

When they are wilted,they will remind us the memories.

I compare my rainbow friends with garlands,

They greet everyone with so much

Love you all and the effort s you all put are commendable,

Always tied to each other like the garlands,

We are together in every thing,love you all until the end.

Hope you all are attending Padma’s son’s wedding

Thank you Padma for the invitation,

Thank you Vibha ! Krishna is doing good.she is busy applying to college’s.She did get admission in few colleges.She is waiting for…then she will decide.Will let you all know,

Thank s for all your love and blessings for Krishna ❤️🤗

Thank you Naado for beautiful photos and poems adding more color to the rainbow,

Madi,Vibha and Padma rain or sun you are always here.

Avi and my other friends good to see you always!

Love you all and take care ❤️🤗

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Hello Rainbow Friends😊

So much beauty in this place. Tulsi thank you all I can say, but in true sense I don't deserve your unconditional love. I am here to loose myself in such a great company.

Nado such a wonderful poem with so much emotions🤗

"Seetha there is not a single day gone where I have not remembered you or missed you. But this day we are celebrating your life. Keep loving and inspiring us from above this world".

Good Night guys🤗

Originally posted by: nn027

Travels may be come to an end, but love remains, memories and hope, and friendship that lives on.

We are from the stars, made of light. Nothing in us is extinguished, only once we go to some sun of our own.

Our Seetha continues to shine for us. ❤️

For Seetha :

End Of Journey

Oh everything that passes, eternity becomes.

Shadow that was tree, lasts. Wake

under your name that wakes

hand with flowers, blood enslaving itself.

The journey will end, silent hills remain,

Grey emptiness, wind that roams,

Place that has no place in desire but offers

evil to deliver us

and reveal the truth.

That which you pray to is a Sorrowful Nightingale.

Love is never over.

What makes suffering humane? O hear

Echoing Day. Stars stand motionless.

Empty hands, empty heart, wishful shadow

I am gone, but my love remains.

Branko Miljković

Good morning Nado, have a nice day. 🤗

Originally posted by: nn027

Travels may be come to an end, but love remains, memories and hope, and friendship that lives on.

We are from the stars, made of light. Nothing in us is extinguished, only once we go to some sun of our own.

Our Seetha continues to shine for us. ❤️

For Seetha :

End Of Journey

Oh everything that passes, eternity becomes.

Shadow that was tree, lasts. Wake

under your name that wakes

hand with flowers, blood enslaving itself.

The journey will end, silent hills remain,

Grey emptiness, wind that roams,

Place that has no place in desire but offers

evil to deliver us

and reveal the truth.

That which you pray to is a Sorrowful Nightingale.

Love is never over.

What makes suffering humane? O hear

Echoing Day. Stars stand motionless.

Empty hands, empty heart, wishful shadow

I am gone, but my love remains.

Branko Miljković

Very profound poem, Nado, thanks for sharing! And very apt for Seetha! What I loved most were your words, we are from the stars and do not extinguish but go to another Sun, how prolific is that! Apart from photography, I think you should write more.

In our belief, we believe in reincarnation, hope and pray, next birth you are a traveller clicking awesome photographs and writing meaningful poems!😃. You are practising for it in this life only, go on!!👍🏼

Good morning!

Such tender, heart warming tributes by everyone on Seetha, just shows how much she touched our lives!

Have a good day then, keep well always!

Good morning my dear friends,

Time plays it’s game,

What you have now,you may not have tomorrow,

You don’t know how your fate unfolds

You don’t know when you will reach the shore,

Time plays its game,

The pain is increasing day by day,

Things are getting tough ,

When will this end,

Will i ever be free of this pain,

Time plays its game,

There’s a desperate struggle in my heart,as I move on

There is lot of chaos left behind,

My heart struck with grief,

Time plays its game

As the full moon hides behind the clouds

Your destination becomes obscure,

You feel hopeless in desperation,

Will this feeling ever pass?

Time plays its game,

Who can explain the reason behind one’s destiny,

Only the time can explain as days pass by,

As hope makes me it’s Prisoner

Time plays its game

Who knows what is lurking in the darkness

Your destiny is your shadow ,

Who knows what is hiding in the next turn,

You have to find it yourself

Time plays its game

As the drama of Life unfolds….

But the plot remains unknown

As your faith abandon’s you

Your tale remains unfinished

Time plays it s game,

You are not given a choice,

You have to go with flow of life and move on,

You have to wait for the future to unfold.

Hoping for the best,love you all and see you soon ❤️🤗

Originally posted by: Tulsi14

Good morning my dear friends,

Time plays it’s game,

What you have now,you may not have tomorrow,

You don’t know how your fate unfolds

You don’t know when you will reach the shore,

Time plays its game,

The pain is increasing day by day,

Things are getting tough ,

When will this end,

Will i ever be free of this pain,

Time plays its game,

There’s a desperate struggle in my heart,as I move on

There is lot of chaos left behind,

My heart struck with grief,

Time plays its game

As the full moon hides behind the clouds

Your destination becomes obscure,

You feel hopeless in desperation,

Will this feeling ever pass?

Time plays its game,

Who can explain the reason behind one’s destiny,

Only the time can explain as days pass by,

As hope makes me it’s Prisoner

Time plays its game

Who knows what is lurking in the darkness

Your destiny is your shadow ,

Who knows what is hiding in the next turn,

You have to find it yourself

Time plays its game

As the drama of Life unfolds….

But the plot remains unknown

As your faith abandon’s you

Your tale remains unfinished

Time plays it s game,

You are not given a choice,

You have to go with flow of life and move on,

You have to wait for the future to unfold.

Hoping for the best,love you all and see you soon ❤️🤗

Sweet, tragic, despondent and heart wrenching, so true too! Sensitive poem which mirrors man's helplessness in despair. Sending you lots of healing hugs dear Tulsi!

Hello friends 🤗

Originally posted by: Tulsi14

Good morning my dear friends,

Time plays it’s game,

What you have now,you may not have tomorrow,

You don’t know how your fate unfolds

You don’t know when you will reach the shore,

Time plays its game,

The pain is increasing day by day,

Things are getting tough ,

When will this end,

Will i ever be free of this pain,

Time plays its game,

There’s a desperate struggle in my heart,as I move on

There is lot of chaos left behind,

My heart struck with grief,

Time plays its game

As the full moon hides behind the clouds

Your destination becomes obscure,

You feel hopeless in desperation,

Will this feeling ever pass?

Time plays its game,

Who can explain the reason behind one’s destiny,

Only the time can explain as days pass by,

As hope makes me it’s Prisoner

Time plays its game

Who knows what is lurking in the darkness

Your destiny is your shadow ,

Who knows what is hiding in the next turn,

You have to find it yourself

Time plays its game

As the drama of Life unfolds….

But the plot remains unknown

As your faith abandon’s you

Your tale remains unfinished

Time plays it s game,

You are not given a choice,

You have to go with flow of life and move on,

You have to wait for the future to unfold.

Hoping for the best,love you all and see you soon ❤️🤗

We have the illusion that we decide that something depends on us. The truth is that we are just travelers who choose neither the starting point nor the path nor the destination. Ours is only to walk.

Thank you Tulsi. ❤️ Every poet leaves a part of his soul in a poem. ❤️