DP Daily Prompt: Fearless Fantasies

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How would your life be different if you were incapable of feeling fear? Would your life be better than it is now?

Fear is one word that ruins my life, I always have to think of so many things before I decide to do tasks that are too complex, one fine example is I don’t go out in the evening, the reason is I’m afraid of all those witches,warlocks and night riders that might be lurking on the streets, the alleys,in the corner, on top of houses, you name it they’d be there.

This is only one aspect, then there are others who may think why am I out there in the evening, I know it’s none of their business, but they are nosy, cannot use their time wisely, so back biting is what they do.

Yes if I can rid fear off my vocabulary, I’d be better off.

My life , I cannot complain couldn’t be better with or without fear, I’m happy, I’m not interested to change anything.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/11/dp-daily-promp…less-fantasies/

DP Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door

Look at your back window…describe what you see ,as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.

I am trying to describe to my brother who lives in Dhaka what I can see from my back window. My house is in the corner of two streets,the guys who plow the streets are very cruel especially when we have a snowstorm.

What is a snowstorm, it’s like when you have a cyclone,it is windy, the things are blown away and instead of rain we have this fluffy white stuff which is called snow.

When the snow blocks the streets the guy who drives the plow clears off the streets for vehicles to move freely without getting stuck. The part we don’t like is all this snow is dumped at the end of our driveway, we cannot get out if we don’t clear it by shovelling or using  a snow blower.

The unfortunate part for us is we get snow dumped at the end of our driveway from two sides, which makes the work of clearing our snow harder.

From my back window I see snow on my patio and snow on my driveway. The snow at the end of the driveway is dirty because while clearing the streets the plowman also dumps the mud,plastic bags,coffee cups and other food wraps,these are thrown by people who are not interested to keep our city clean.

I can also see my neighbor’s driveway, she keeps her path clean. The trees are naked, because when the cold weather comes the leaves fall off, and grow back when it starts to be warm.

I can also see students walking to the university,it’s hard to see their faces because they are bundled up to stay warm. You can see some vehicles moving, these are delivery trucks, the private cars leave early morning for work.

This is all,there are no flowers,pretty birds or green grass visible right now, they’ll show up soon I hope!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/prompt-back-door/

DP Challenge Weekly Writing Challenge: The Sound Of Silence

She sat in a corner of her room. Her face had no expression, yet it seemed she was deep in meditation. I sat next to her thinking she might tell me why she was so quiet, I wanted to ask her if she needed anything, she looked at me held my hand and gave me a kiss. I was afraid something bothered her but she wasn’t going to tell what it was. I never saw anyone look  so calm.

I wondered why I was so anxious to know what was going on perhaps there was nothing to tell. She was enjoying her quiet moment. Then my thought told me a different story.  Some of her siblings turned against her. She never knew what she’d done for them to treat her that way.

Rather than argue with them she decided to stay silent and keep to herself and think of things that were pleasant once upon a time. Yes I believe sometimes silence gives you piece of mind which is hard to get when you are discussing it with someone who can make things worse than better.

No wonder they say,”Silence is Golden!”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/17/the-sound-of-silence/

Tagore Song Sung by Lopamudra translated and posted by Ranu posted by Ranu

In Bengali the word shoi means a female friend. This word is repeated several times in the song.

The poet tells his female friend,like her he also wants to talk about his inner feeling.

He says O my friend I wish to talk about my inner feeling like you.

Sitting with your feet spread out in the corner,

you talk to each other’s ear,

sometimes you cry,sometimes laugh.

I sit and watch you!

O friend O my friend,

like you I wish to express my feeling.

O friend you have your inner feeling,

where is mine?

What am I going to say about her,

which happiness or which sorrow,

I don’t have words,I have nothing to say,

still I feel the desire to talk ceaselessly.

O friend I am surprised to think,

you have so much to talk about.

I sit alone in the evening,

with eyes full of tears,

if someone asks the reason for my tears,

I stay quiet.

O friend,O my friend,

like you I wish to express my feelings!

Dhoola Mandir Dusty Temple (Poem) by Tagore Translated by Ranu

Leave worship prayer adoration.

Why are you sitting in the  closed  corner!

Deity

Deity (Photo credit: chooyutshing)

Hiding in the dark what are you doing

who are you secretly worshipping,

Open your eyes look__ the deity is not in your room.

He has gone where the farmers are plowing__

the place where the rocks are broken to build roads all year!

In the blazing sun,exhausted ,he is with them all,

his hands are covered with dust___

like him you should change and join us.

Freedom? where can you be free,where is freedom!

The Lord is confined with his creation.

stop meditating,leave your flower basket,

let the clothes tear, let the dust cover you__

let’s work with the deity and perspire together.

Unnecessary by R.Tagore translated by Ranu

Rabindranath  Tagore has in a very subtle way pointed out the things we do unnecessarily.

Standing inside the grassy forest on an empty bank of the river, I called and asked her,

Who are you walking on this deserted street covering a lamp with the corner of your sari?

The light in my house is not lit,

leave your lamp here Bala.

In the almost dark evening, she looked up at me with her two dark eyes for a moment

she said, ‘I will immerse the lamp in the river

this is why I am here at the end of the day.’

While standing in the  grassy forest,

I watched the lamp floating away without any justification.

Well into the evening when it started getting dark I called and asked her,

‘you lit all the lamps in your house who is the recipient of this lamp?

The lamp is not lit in my house,

leave your lamp here Bala!’

She looked at me for a moment as if by mistake;

she said,’ this lamp of mine

I will lift it towards heaven.’

I looked up and saw in the corner of the heavens

the lamp was burning for nothing.

On the last day of the dark fortnight I went to her and asked,

‘oh my dear where are you going with the lamp close to your chest?

the lamp is not lit in my house,

leave your lamp here Bala.’

In the dark she looked at me momentarily with her curious eyes  then;

she said,’I brought this light

I have to decorate it with the other lamps.’

I looked and saw, among thousands of lamps

her lamp was burning unnecessarily.

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English: Rabindranath Tagore ,Tamilndu,India

English: Rabindranath Tagore ,Tamilndu,India (Photo credit: Wikipedia)