Writing Prompt: Odd Couple

Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious,and cranky,or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?

A messy home makes me cranky,if there are more than one person in the house it’s not easy to keep things squeaky clean or clutter free. I do try to make the inhabitants aware of the mess,not all of them care,they hear,but it comes through one ear and goes out the other.

I think these days we seem to have too much of everything and most of the time we can do with half or less of the things that occupies our abode. Instead of keeping us from buying anymore we go ahead with our bad habit of buying. There have been times when I tell myself I’m just going to window shop,I end up buying arms full of things I may not use in the next few years.

So while I get cranky and anxious of the mess and clutter I am guilty of contributing to it also.

I clean up before the arrival of company and feel at ease looking at a neat and tidy house,but It doesn’t stay that way too long.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/03/31/365-days-march31st-odd couple/

Dp Daily Prompt: If You Leave

I moved from Dhaka, Bangladesh to Montreal Canada. I moved again from Montreal Canada to Gander Canada. Finally I moved from Gander to St.John’s, Canada.

We did consider moving to the mainland it did not work out so we had to give up the idea.

There were a lot of factors against moving,selling our house was one, buying a place where we intended to move,the distance from our new home to the hospital,in case of an emergency was important for us to consider.

In the end the distance was a major deterrent, therefore we settled against moving. We are happy where we are,everything is close to our home.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/12/daily-prompt-if-you-leave/

Pausharini Vendor( poem) by Tagore Translation by Ranu

Vendor ,O vendor,

morning is spent buying and selling in  markets.

When it’s time to return home

who knows what came to mind

you sat under the shady tree,

all  the saved profit

remained in the basket,

where did your  thoughts take you.

This field,this red dirt,

Jackfruit (Photo credit: Rennett Stowe)

the  leaves of the jack fruit touched by the sun,

the cold breeze

the trembling  grass

what did they say in your ears!

Far away in the river water

stripes of light glistens,

what spell does it add to your meditation.

From creations first recollection

the first vibration started your blood flow

This is why the tree and  grass

know their heart

the midday of winter__

in earth’s playground

for a long time

you play in the  golden green lawn.

Sitting in the quiet field

your mind’s screen is cast off speedily.

the light and  sky together

seem dancing in the universe

you see in front of you

middle of that huge space

the sound  playing

is humming in your heart.

The speedy calls

have ended in this familiar world.

There is no news anywhere,

no hint of action__

voiceless

sun’s  scorching  heat is felt instantly

a deep sigh comes from  empty space.

Vendor,O vendor,

you forgot for a split second buying and selling.

where’s the market, the wharf,

where’s the home, the road,

the day’s noisy murmur,

brings eternal message

to everyone’s  heart

quiet  indifference and anxiety.