Posts by ranu802

My visit to Montreal

Montreal, the home of the French language, looked more friendly than years ago. Whether one likes it or not, no one can deny how pretty it is.

This time things were different, they greeted me with three languages ‘Bon Jour,’ ‘Hello,’ and ‘Buenos Dias.’ The first one  still scares me as I’m not capable of speaking without rehearsing, ‘what’s the easiest one I can tackle without embarrassing myself.’ is my pal   English, I learned it when I first went to school at age five. It’s no credit to me but my Dad who thought it can help me in the future.

Third, ‘Buenos Dias,’ i.e Spanish, suddenly motivated me to take some courses, which I did.’ But forgot a lot as I did not practice.

I know there are other languages spoken in Montreal, these are the main.

Each morning I visited the malls, supermarket and sometimes a drug store, for food, clothing and cards for people I met.

I spent three weeks with my friend, she cooked and took me to visit her friends. I almost felt I should make Montreal my home. Then the urge to do so died down, as I missed my home, my daughter and the three felines:   Gabriel, Raphael, and Sophie.

I am back in Newfoundland, catching up with time difference.

…………………………………….. 🙂

 

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song; bhalobeshe shokhi, posted and translated by Ranu

ভালোবেসে, সখী, নিভৃতে যতনে আমার নামটি লিখো-
তোমার মনের মন্দিরে ।
আমার পরানে যে গান বাজিছে তাহার তালটি শিখো-
তোমার চরণমঞ্জীরে ।।

ধরিয়া রাখিয়ো সোহাগে আদরে আমার মুখর পাখি-
তোমার প্রাসাদপ্রাঙ্গণে ।

মনে ক’রে, সখী, বাঁধিয়া রাখিয়ো আমার হাতের রাখী-তোমার কনককন্কণে ।।
আমার লতার একটি মুকুল ভুলিয়া তুলিয়া রেখো-
তোমার অলকবন্ধনে।
আমার স্মরণ-শুভ-সিন্দুরে একটি বিন্দু এঁকো-
তোমার ললাটচন্দনে ।।
আমার মনের মোহের মাধুরী মাখিয়া রাখিয়া দিয়ো-
তোমার অঙ্গসৌরভে ।
আমার আকুল জীবনমরণ টুটিয়া লুটিয়া নিয়ো-
তোমার অতুল গৌরবে ।

My dear friend,

Write my name in the,

temple of your heart with,

love and care.

teach your feet,

the rhythm of the song in my heart.

Hold on lovingly to,

my talkative bird in your,

palace courtyard.

Leave the colored thread, 

I gave you,

tied to your gold bracelet.

Tie one bud of my,

creeping plant in the,

curl of your hair.

put one dot of red powder,

on your forehead,

in my memory.

Smear the sweetness of my heart,

on your form.

Take everything, 

I have for your,

Matchless Glory!

………………………………. 🙂

 

 

 

 

Tagore Song; dheere dheere, singer Sreya,posted and translated by Ranu

Softly, softly blow

O restless breeze.

Midnight’s flute is playing,

Quietly blow O restless breeze.

I am a tiny flame of the lamp,

Because of you, 

I fearfully stay awake alone.

Whisper quietly what is on your mind,

O restless breeze.

your string of verse,

in the forest lands,

in the corner of my house.

I have something to say,

to the early morning star.

I’d like to secretly whisper,

To you O restless breeze!

……………………………………… 🙂

Writing : Intro to Poetry,Day Ten: Future

Poetry, Day Ten : Future

Poetic Device : Sonnet

I received a mint plant from a good friend,

I planted it outside so it could grow.

That it’ll survive the winter I didn’t pretend,

Patiently I waited for the spring to know,

If my plant had braved the rough weather,

It stood  tall though it was light as a feather.

……………………………..

Daily I watch its growth and dance in glee,

I tell it, ‘I know you’d hang on for me.’

Meanwhile I notice more mints are spreading,

Sometimes  dogs may trample them I’m dreading.

……………………………………

Some day I’d like to ask the botanist,

If he’d help me because he’s a specialist.

A mint plant to me is very special,

I’ll need it to make my food tasteful!

……………………………….. 🙂

 

 

 

Writing : Intro to Poetry, Day Nine: Landscape

Poetry, Day Nine:Landscape

Poetic Device: Apostrophe

#Introtopoetry

Landscape — Shalimar GardensIphone5_(6386).JPG (3264×2448)

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful Shalimar gardens

You are awesome indeed.

Emperor Shah Jahan built it for Royal Pleasure,

Now   you are  Pakistan’s treasure!

……………………………

Channels of water in your gardens are fed by canals,

Your Gardens are divided into terraces,

Upper one is the Bestower of Pleasure,

The middle is Bestower of Goodness,

The lower is Bestower of Life,

I hope these names do not cause a strife!

…………………………..

I saw you when I was a student,

I couldn’t take a shot of you,

I didn’t have a camera.

This is why I have an image of you from wikipedia!

………………………………… 😦

 

 

Writing : Intro to Poetry: Pleasure

Poetry, Day Eight : Pleasure

Poetic device : Anaphora and Epistrophe

I  was happy when I met my cousins for the first time.

I was  happy to know my grandpa had an amazing garden of fruit trees.

I was happy my cousins were happy to meet me.

It was fun meeting my cousins but sad thinking I won’t see grandpa.

It was fun plucking the fruits but unhappy knowing I won’t see grandpa.

When I visited the village it hurt me to know that I won’t see grandpa!

Life gives us pleasure but tells us our life is complete if we can endure pain!

…………………………… 😦

 

 

 

Writing : Intro to Poetry, Day Seven : Flavor

Poetry, Day Seven : Flavor

Poetic Device : Found Poetry

#Introtopoetry

Found words from Tagore’s Gitanjali( A book of poetry)

Found Words: endless, to, I, moment’s, and, off, decked, singing, meditations, journey.

My pursuit for happiness was endless,

Suddenly my journey seemed fruitless.

One moment’s concentration,

Stirred up a realization.

I must try singing,

And then I started writing.

This exposed me to meditations,

My listeners’ said, ‘Congratulations.’

They decked me with garlands,

People from far off islands.

Saying, “Dear poet how sweet is thy journey!”

………………………………………. )

 

Writing : Intro to Poetry, DaySix : Screen

Poetry, Day Six : Screen

Poetic toolkit : Enjambment

My life resembles a 

Screen of laughter and

sadness.

I laughed,

when someone tried,

to show off,

and cried when things,

went oh,

wrong.

I asked my mother why,

don’t our lives,

stay still and stop changing,

She said, 

God wants us to have a taste,

of sorrow,

and happiness,

Because it’s the only,

way humans will know the,

difference,

Life is an ever-changing,

screen!

……………………………….. 🙂

 

 

Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day Five : Imperfect

Poetry, Day Five : Imperfect

Poetic Form : Limerick

I hired a contractor to fix my basement,

He employed his kid who is so efficient,

He’ll wow you with his skill

Don’t you worry he surely will

Make you say oh he is so efficient!

……………………………..

Sadly I saw  he disfigured the place

It looks like robbers burgled its face 

By throwing all my stuff

Not caring enough ,

Showing this is how he fixes a place!

…………………………………..

I called the contractor to come and see

How much damage his kid  did to me

He said he didn’t know

Where all these will go

So the  contractor’s kid threw them around for me to see!

………………………………

Thanks to this contractor, whom I will never hire

I’ve learned  not to trust these people who don’t tire

Who can only boast,

So they can toast,

People like me who trust them and hire!

…………………………………… 😦

 

 

 

 

 

Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Four : Journey

Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Poetic Device : Simile 

‘Hurry,’  said hubby, ‘it’s a long way to go,’

The highway was as straight as an arrow.

Suddenly the road looked like a slithering snake,

Impending danger frightened us as we neared a lake.

………………………………………

Y’all be not afraid announced our experienced driver,

Soon after the car hit something hard and heavier.

‘I’m not sure what it was don’t worry, said our hero, 

But I noticed the fuel tank indicator turned  to zero.

…………………………………

Hubby the driver hit the panic button,

We went to the nearest gas station.

The guy at the station showed a blank face,

Said, ‘worry not yo gentle man, act like an Ace.’

……………………………..

Worry is my hubby’s middle name,

He thought what will all the same.

Finally we arrived in Newfoundland,

Which looked as lonely as a crow on the sand!

………………………………….. 🙂 

 

A long road, running in to the horizon