When I hear the word song , it brings back memories of all the songs I heard, the singers who spent their life entertaining us. The music, the language, the rhythm, tune and so many other things.
Let me translate my favourite Hindi song: the title is ,Life
Life is a Mystery What kind of mystery is this life? sometimes it makes us laugh, sometimes it makes us cry, Sometimes our mind follows the dreams without waking up One day the traveller will go ahead of these dreams The people who arranged this gathering, were happy and sad will quietly leave this world alone but where? posted and translated by ranu
Day -2: Open
I’ll wait for the time
When the bright lights of the stores
Will flash we’re
The leaders worldwide have no consolation.
Their people know not what’s isolation
Some think it’s okay to go out with a friend
Surely QOVID-19 will understand.
Who will tell these naïve humans
This thought of yours is sheer nonsense.
Coronavirus is not a Joke
Calm down and enjoy your coke.
Long, long time ago the creator of our planet wanted to experiment something new.
He gathered His Angels and expressed His wish. The Angels from A to Z protested vehemently.
The littlest Angel with its sweet voice said: It is not a good thing to create humans, they will fight and cause bloodshed, please God give up this idea.
He told His Angels, you do not know what I know.
Ignoring the plea of the Angel, God continued to elaborate His plan. I will use clay to create the form with care, then I will breathe into its shape and it will come alive.
The human was created.Not wasting any second He ordered the Angels to bow to the human. All the angels did as told but one of them refused.
God was angry and threw him out of heaven. While leaving, the rebel angel said, ‘alright then I will cause chaos, give wrong advice to the humans, your world would be a very difficult place to live, until the day of judgement.
Nations come and nations go
My books of history told me so.
Roman Empire came and left,
The stories tell us it was deprived
Of all the power it thought would last.
Sad to see it disappeared so fast.
More nations are aiming to do the same,
This time mankind will destroy all
There’ll be no history to write wouldn’t it be a shame? 😦
Hurricane winds and snowstorm got together,
To teach us humans a thing or two about weather,
The skies in St. John’s turned amazingly white,
On a Friday when folks are not in a mood to fight
The snow came down fast recording 4cm an hour
The mighty hurricane exhibited its power
It blew away anything that came its way
It humbled the locals so much that day
They agreed to stay home and pray.
A state of emergency was declared
Some got their cameras to catch the horror
Houses broken to pieces, wind spreading terror
All I could do was repeat ninety-nine names of God,
Hoping we’d be forgiven and live to see,
Another fine day, the sun shining in glee.
O The Good Old Days Alas how can one forget the good old days of yester year It’s all about seeing each other Recalling the things that made us happy we picked flowers early morning How can we forget the Sitting on the swing, swaying under the flowery tree There came a time when we were separated We had no idea where we were One more time dear friend Come again we’ll talk about sad and happy days It will give us happiness all over again Let us recall the memories of the good old days to soothe our hearts! 🙂
William Wordsworth wrote poems of Nature,
I decided to express about my stature.
In height and weight I carry no distinction,
But when I fell I was close to extinction.
As I was falling down the stairs ,
I made my plea to God Upstairs,
Please do not make me an invalid,
I promise to say my prayers
To increase my good deed.
Perhaps He heard me, perhaps not,
For I only fractured a rib and bruised my body
It could have been worse my daughter declared,
you did not break your leg nor an arm.
Now I’m swallowing pain killers galore,
And wonder when will I be able enough,
Because lying flat on a bed long hours is tough is tough!
To all of you, have a great day. Ranu