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Goodbye's aren't forever...

   I recently lost someone close in my family, my uncle... Dr. Wilfred J. Perera... Over the years, I have spent much of my childhood with my cousins, my aunt and him... Being far from home now, it's very difficult for me to comprehend his passing... But the memories I have with all of them remain, some of the most joy some riddled with laughter. I wasn't around to comfort my sisters and I wasn't around to bid farewell to my uncle. But I believe that he is in a place, far different from earth, far more peaceful and surrounded by only love.



   He was truly an amazing man, much of his endeavors are known and commended for. But the greatest gifts he gave all of us, are 3 incredibly beautiful and spectacular daughters, all of whom I'm lucky enough to call my sisters. His legacy, his brilliance and his spirit lives on, through all of them...

   All the memories I have of him, are studded with his jokes and crazy humour. I still remember the moments where we'd all be playing a game of cards and having a amazing time... I saw him showering my cousin's with so much love, through him I saw how someone should truly love their children... He was a husband, a father, a brother, an uncle, a teacher and a leader... He left behind legacies, in every way... Even if the world forgets, he will live on... In our hearts, with our tears, with our smiles and our memories...

 

"To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die"

-Thomas Campbell

Take my breath away...



 



Warm hands,
Broken words,
Blushed cheeks,
Breathing deep,
Stolen air,
Deep sighs,
Falling clothes...

Against the wall,

Sweaty hands,

Torn Clothing,

Few words,

Wearing smiles,

Maybe a giggle,

Sealed on deep kisses,

With tongue!!!

 

Raging hormones,

Racing hearts,

Electric feelings,

& Flowing chemistry,

Fusing bodies,

Ecstatic cravings,

Brought to life....

 

Rhythmic movements,
Flowing juices,
Bound emotions,
Making love,
On a string of thoughts,
Bent on illusions,
Coming to it's end...
Exploding in sync...

On a bed of roses...

Now broken,

By all the passion,

By all the consumption...

Of this venture...

Undertaken...

By Yoshith Perera

Footing...

My Free Write Friday offering based on the prompt from Kellie at; http://kellieelmore.com/2012/04/20/fwf-free-write-friday-photo-prompt/
Just felt inspired to write...



Wondering down that gravel laid path, she saw a dark figure standing in the distance. As Veronica started to hurry down the path toward the only sign of life she had seen in hours, she kept stumbling. Her heels were already tormenting her soles, not to mention the loot hidden away in her $2000 Gucci handbag. It kept swaying her in the direction of the shrubs. Finally she was in front of the dark figure which was in fact a sign post designating where exactly everything else was. She had finally arrived at the mystical magical sign post, that the fairies were talking about. She felt as if her journey was over but little did she know of the voyage she was about to embark upon.

With the intension of getting back home, she took off her heels and hung them on the sign post. Her barren soles were now, able to breath thus allowing the blisters to begin healing. She covered the base of the post with all her treasures, emptying her bag in the process. She threw her designer Gucci bag in the air and recited those sacred words.

"I, who have nothing... May now, have it all..."

"Veronica!!!!!" is what she heard back...

The post of life was talking back to her. But her vision was becoming blurry. Everything around her was beginning to take a different form. She was in fact waking up, to a room painted white. A flash of light flickering across her sight and more blurred objects by her side mumbling incoherently. She closed her eyes for a minute and tried to go back... But she opened them to see what seemed to be a hospital room. There was a nurse to her left, adjusting what seemed to be an IV line entering her forearm.

"Veronica!!?? How are you feeling?" A voice to her right. Turning, simply to see who was speaking to her was an ordeal in itself.

"Who are you?" She replied.

At that single moment, she was both terrified and confused. Barely able to move and unable to comprehend what was going on, she was unable to find her bearings.

"Veronica, I'm Doctor Shiren, I'm the Neuro-oncologist consulting in your case. A little bit of

retrograde amnesia is completely normal in your case.

But Veronica.... The tumor was too extensive... I was unable to do the procedure... I am sorry.."

He replied with an uncomforting confidence as he fought to find his place in the room.

"I'm dying?" Veronica whispered to herself... She did not know what to feel... She was at a loss for words, for thoughts and she was most definitely at a loss for feelings. She kept staring through the window, ignoring the surgeon as her eyes flooded with tears. 

"Is there anyone I could call, Veronica?" He couldn't make eye contact with her, as he seemed quite saddened by the prognosis as well. As if they has

"Doctor... I don't know... You keep calling me Veronica... And I don't know who you're talking about..."

Creative differences...

The human race clearly has many issues, we govern ourselves biasly on a stage of creative differences. Separated by oceans, imaginary lines we call borders, religion and color, despite the rantings of the one's we bestow power upon. There is only one true banner and that is the banner of man, under the banner "EARTH".

 

 Being a Buddhist, I know what Buddhism stands for. It is not a religion, it is a philosophy guiding us on a road to enlightenment. I would definitely be one of the least rehearsed individuals on the subject but I know that it does not call for discrimination, nor does it call for such acts in it's name. At this very moment, people continue to destroy temples and places of worship, simply to make a point. A point that is currently being made in South-East Asia, between the Muslim and Buddhist communities. I am unaware of who threw the first blow, but clearly there is room for logic. Unfortunately there isn't any point to be made. There's only rage built on the words of disturbed people. Individuals who choose to twist the words of religious texts, to employ great violence into the world.

 

 

In the end, there is only death that remains. You fight over these ideals, the one's we call religion. But clearly you have never learnt them or believed in them. Cause if you did, you wouldn't be leaving so much hate behind...



Sometimes I look up and just wonder why?
Why people are the way they are?
Why some people are apparently better than others?
Why we say we are free, when we aren't... We aren't free from the worst of ourselves... Simply because of our creative differences...

Being human is ridiculing others over their anatomical differences, their losses, their cultures, their languages, their Gods, their freedoms, their families and their voices... We have come so far over centuries of great disaster. But now it seems like the very people capable of inspiring great change and great strides are the only people holding back. Only to save themselves... Only to save their own...

We forget that we aren't all impenetrable, that money cannot buy a new world or that we can't reverse global warming. The World Health Organization called 2012 the 9th warmest year so far and that doesn't inspire much confidence considering the world isn't cutting down on the use of fossil fuels. On the contrary it's use and demand are only increasing, and the Arctic is only becoming smaller.

Being human is cutting down the rain forests, extinguishing life that is not human, polluting rivers, causing the extinction of other animals on grand scales and one fine day... Maybe just destroy the planet we call home, the place we call Earth.

If there was ever a need for divine intervention, it is now... The people of our world are clearly too preoccupied in their nuclear weapons and foolish wars to look at the bigger picture. The one that counts... A picture with our future in it...

HaPPy MoTHeR's D@Y

Born on a flower,
& Lucky as a clover,
Brighter than a star,
& Gifted down a rainbow...

A tireless heroine,

Armed with love,

God's greatest angel,

He's sent from above...



Fighting for her children,

On an ocean of their dreams,

Sheltering all their hopes,

On her album of our memories...

For fighting all my monsters,

For believing so much in me,

While nurturing my growth,

On this yellow brick road...

Happy Mother's Day

From your young volcano...

By Yoshith PERERA

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When I started this blog last year, I didn't really know what to expect. It was more for me, than anybody else. Putting out there, my feelings and ranting's about everything in general. Knowing that people actually read my words of inspirational bull, brings much tears to these eyes! :D So THANKS for reading, listening and checking out my verbal vomits! 4000 is not at all a lot! BUT to me, it's enough for now... Everybody starts small, so did I... But I dream BIG!!!

 

 

SO LET's be WILD!!!

We ARE Young Volcanoes!!!

 

 

 Dream big, young volcanoes!!!