Tanka #1

The spring’s morn lighten

Impregnated in perfumes

of earth’s innocence

and my soul melt still upon

the sweetness —the touch of peace.

~ Liavi Shupao @micropoetry #tankapoem

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Undo life Twaiku #1

Summing with life’s little struggle,

Storing sad beads,

Dreaming one over years,

And feeding to doubt now.

You just created a world of chaos.

~ Liavi Shupao

@Micropoetry (136 characters) #twaiku

Remembrance

PC ~ Sivi Sakhrie
PC ~ Sivi Sakhrie

My sister’s Kitty was one of the most faithful companion that I know. She knows the time of her coming back from work. She learned not to follow her when my sist carry a bag. She’d be home right before sist arrive. She’d stay by her side when sist would wash up, she’d play by the flower when sist does gardening, she’d sit on sist’s lap when she stiches clothes. She’d get irritated when sist attend to another companion Mimicat. The first time she delivered her kittens, she wouldn’t go to her nest but meowed for sist and her bed. And she delivered like a human on sist’s thigh. Sadly, the kittens didn’t survived the cold winter.

Well tamed and a learned companion Kitty, unfortunately fell sick after delivering for the second time. We also brought in another kitten of a lost cat who took shelter at my other sist’s place but the mother cat fell sick too and could not look after the kitten so we let Kitty have four kitten. It was hard for Kitty but she lovingly attend to the lost kitten as her own.

Kitty with her kittens
Kitty with her kittens

Few days later, Kitty was then diagnosed with dehydration so Sist started feeding the kittens by herself staying up to late nights and tried to separate her from the kittens because Kitty’s health wasn’t improving. Sist did all that she could to help her silent struggle. But Kitty did not make it. She left yesterday morning on the way to a veterinary care.

It’s so heartbreaking for all of us losing Kitty who was just two years. I still feel like she’d come around by my side. The kittens are well taken care and they’ll hopefully grow up healthy. Mimi is very young but she has developed motherly instinct. She was too attached to Kitty as well so she’s now warming and cleaning the kittens in their own ways. Mimi even allow them to suckle her breasts just that she don’t produce milk but it’s one of the sweetest to know and understand that animals not only have compassion but they’re amazing being, if we let them.

Mimi with Kitty's kittens
Mimi with Kitty’s kittens

Beloved Kitty rest in peace.

Back to WordPress

It took me about a year to get back to blogging after signing in with the WordPress community. Some time ago, I felt the need to be in a place where I really should feel good just being myself when I have all the world’s time ticking slow in my hands while I recuperate from my leg injury. Beyond the idea of tagging myself with all the stories, jokes, facts, poems, and so much more of it, being in a part of the writers community is enchanting!

With so much work over the past year being a working teacher in need of rest and sleep, I stopped the re-collecting exercises and that’s how my mails and password also went down to sleep then but here I am feeling great to be in this community with my beloved account all at ease once again as I get back to my private holidays!

Lately, small small activities are going on in my stats and it feels great to know that I’m making my way out step by step. Dear bloggers, I highly appreciate your support and your kind visit here.

Each day, I am learning more about this community and the kindness of everyone is so warm and encouraging. As you go through my site, I hope to get feedbacks, constructions, and anything that will do good for my well writing. I am also not sure with my customizer but I hope it will improve slowly.

There is nothing specific about my site.The purpose is just for the pleasure of creative writing, share and feel good. Although my interest tilt more on life’s lesson, the joy of living, small packages, happiness, soulful matters based on experiences, I’m all up and flexed for anything that’s good.

With gratitude, Liavi Shupao.

All the way from Nagaland, India.

This changed my views on why I now encourage yoga in schools, here in Nagaland.

Originally posted by Someone Somewhere zedie.wordpress.com

Back in the 70s, during my grammar school years, I vividly remember a disturbing incident. I was in the school office when I heard the male principal screaming at a student behind a closed door. I don’t know what the student had done to be on the receiving end of such a rant, but I […]

via Instead of Punishment, This School Teaches Mindfulness and Yoga — With Stunning Results — SOMEONE SOMEWHERE

One fine April day.

For the world, the cold winter seemed to have gone by without much thought in a month or two for us who stays in a colder region. Now the petals that lay on earth carpeted to remind me that spring intend to fully attain it’s gloriousness across the valleys and the lowland mountains that sky line the horizon.

pc~ instagram (beautiful placess)

Every art called nature has breathe in delight to form it’s course of beauty in seconds – time just fly.

I sat there on my boat of comfort, gazing at the barks tweeting softly, some grown leaves barely hanged at the mercy of gentle breeze. Oh! Yesterday those branches were naked but they woke up voluminously with buds and blooms.

The thunder has signalled the end of thirst and the rain came as promised. The sight of birds sheltering there mesmerized my moments and I feel beautiful again.

Looks like one fine April someday, all the icy flakes on my dress that I am wearing for months while I recuperate for a better living, will glitter up and trigger the galaxies in the skies.

Inspiration drawn from Elsa.

Liavi Shupao

http://www.thevillagecinderella.WordPress.com #spring #hope

The authenticity of youthfulness.

Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and a supple knees; it is the matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigour of emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life. ~Samuel Ullman

(Respectfully quoted from the poem ‘Youth’)

When I was told to write on something about Youth, it took me a week days time to get even started! Honestly, I never tried expanding my thinking in this subject and having drifted away from the activities of youth for some time made me feel like a shallow person with nothing much to say. Then as I ponder on I see that we need not participate actively in order to be considered “youthful” though this does not mean we should not involved at all. Basically, Youthfulness have more to do with one’s character. Having said this I realised that the sparks of youth is slightly missing in me although I’m considered a youth in the communities, a youth member in churches, and a youth daughter in the family.

There is so much to say in youth. The best time was yesterday, and the best of the best time for us is today because we are celebrating the silver fruits of productive youth. I’m also reminiscing about the huge efforts of our youthful people in manifesting the will of God for the extension of His holy kingdom and furthermore understanding that God intends for us to remain youthful.

Being an associate member of Zhavame Baptist church, my experience are few but profound and vibrant. they enriches my heart, keep me humble and increase my knowlegde and deepen my Faith as a believer. As a laymen, I’m no expert in digging out the in-depth knowledge from the Bible to speak of youth so I’d like to draw from the examples of my life as a youth.

Most of my teen and early adult Christmases and New years were spent in the village which allows me to know more about our people. It was in my junior year that I noticed this young man with the famous Jake Dawson hair. He come neat wearing his old jacket, his hands in the pockets, relatively quite but very active. Unlike others, he seemed to have nothing much to say than listened in the group with his eyes fixed and participated smilingly and laughing. He seemed like a good boy from a stabled family. It was only then when we were promoted to be in the youth after few years, that I came to know about his name but also that he was an orphan boy. It surprised me and my heart ache too. How could he be possibly so youthful?

I atleast thought he goes to school.. The stillness of his demeanour was admirable, not only from the observations outwardly but he also intrigued me from the inside during my one year stay in the village. For someone like him, growing up alone must have been hard but along the way, he must have learnt to deal with life’s misfortune graciously. He must have endure vigorously to what life offered to him. He must have had that enormous heart to believe in the good things of hard life because today he is that one youth who outshines the others when I think about youthfulness. Despite the lack of love, affection, support and guidance of a family and illiterate even to read the Bible, he seem to live an examplary life. No, he is not the only one living in such circumstances. All of us are living in the maze of life while in accordance but that is not the objective for us in anyway. What matters beyond that is how we manage in life.

Actions reveal all.

It is sad to see most of us staining our identity in Christ being a youth and how we’re failing to live purposefully as we tend to blame everyone and everything. I sometimes see myself standing there on top waving the flag of reasons and excuses exposing my mediocrity. Losing the spirit of youthfulness is dangerous. I find myself in perfect contrast with the examplary life spoken above. Looking deeper, I see that I have all that could have made me youthful and that life is beautiful all in all, without a tinge feeling desiring to go back and fixed it. In the sense, ten years ago I never ever imagined that I’d be biting my fingers, at this stage because of my ignorance, recklessness, impatience, stubbornness, pride, ego, laziness, foolishness, intolerance and many more! Only to end up fuelling doubts against my own faith which now consequent to stress and somehow lost in confusion? Like many, I too dreamt for a praise filled home, fantasized earning applause anywhere I go, and hoped to hear the voices of angels rejoicing… without being truly in tune!

Living in a pluralistic world, we are surrounded by all kinds of influences and if we are not in consistent with our faith, we are bounded to go astray. A friend of mine once said, ” the struggle to connect with God after I knowingly sin is much worse than the momentary pleasure I get in the sin”. Youthfulness puts pressure on us to do things we don’t really want to do in the first place. This means that we have to meditate deeper, have hearts to love unconditionally, . It demands us to change our habits and lifestyles in ways we may not want to give up or like it, it demands our patience and strength from the things that challenge us.

Realising the need to activate youthfulness is blessings in order. It is part of taking up the rightful responsibility to set minds free from the hustle and bustle of whatever situations or circumstances one faces and enable to living the good life. It must be the liveliest way to simply ignite another being, from the closest to the farthest because youthful people always makes one feel good.

Now, to have live this far is amazing to me regardless of many lazy wrong turns in life that allowed many ways with the possibility of going astray! Through God’s grace, I’m able to realised that the most important thing that I, as a youth should do is to generate youthfulness before its real late. Before I lose all the opportunities and blessings that the hidden talent of youthfulness can bring about! What about you?

I believe, the persuit to youthfulness enlightened one to live happy, build good and grow higher in a consecrated sanctuary while on Earth. To make a choice is a gift, to create beauty is talent, but to live it up is special aptitude.

Liavi Shupao

http://www.thevillagecinderella.WordPress.com #life #youth #liveyoung

Village Cinderella 

Blended in light and darkness,

my walls of hope dammed up.

Weakened by the strength of weakness

Of cold silence and despised heart,

I solemnly devote to benevolent mask

Only to be thrilled by the shadows of the dark,

Finite minds, None empowered!

Beloved one

Happy and comforted you
I noticed a smile on that face
Truly by heart it must be
Life is actual there.

Lustre eyes of yours,
Reflecting highly blessed dreams
Take pride in virtues acquired
Life is full of promises!

At low, know your creator
Omit anger and hold tight tongue
For endurance makes faith
Let life be hopeful.

Tired and weary you are
Let not trivial thoughts reign and ruin
March on now, March on always
Life is directing you.

Miraculous creature dear,
Praise be upon Him who made you
Embrace the glory of your purpose
Life is beautiful in you.

Reseen

Like a wanderer who walks in romance. .

Life ticks on upholding my direction,

I’ve embarked upon the days with clearance;

Virtually a heart worth to perfection.

Experiencing life at ease, pleasures flows

Within my rising thrill, I sprung to stream

And vanity perish to wind that blows.

Sensing virtue, I reckon’d to fairish dream

And stucked in the midst of warm golden flakes-

The secret of heaven’s will, once not known.

At every angle fear creeps in and fear takes

But fear has its own borne to quit at dawn.

Life’s splendidly preordained in gentle touch!

But forbid! If- if I rejoice too much.