Daily Prompt : DREAM

My response to the one-word prompt : Dream

We all have dreams, big or little depending on how easy or difficult is the dream we aspire to accomplish. I always had quiet dreams which I never let others know. I was  concerned if someone other than me knew it, the chances of me achieve success was slim to none.

I went along the path of life trying to motivate myself to study hard, I knew if I failed I’d be a failure in the trials and tribulations which we all encounter and would disappoint my Mom.

I felt all the negative vibes thrown against me by one of my closest relation. I spent so much time thinking, even if I heard the comment, I paid no attention at all. When I think back about the criticisms hurled at me, I feel grateful it did not tear me apart or lose my confidence.

To me ones success depends on dreams one has, it helps to focus to climb the ladder of reaching the heights.

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The Daily Post: Sweet Dreams(Are Made of This)

What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dreams stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

I did not have any sweet dreams. One morning I was sleeping and was lazy to wake up and say my morning prayer. Suddenly I heard someone saying, “Ranu get up and say your prayer.”

I was scared I was out of my bed that instant, washed myself and  got my prayer rug ready  to pray.

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Tagore song posted and translated by Ranu

দিনগুলি মোর সোনার খাঁচায় রইল না-      My golden days have ended.
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।       They were my most colorful days.
কান্নাহাসির বাঁধন তারা সইল না-             They could not bear my bond of laughter and sorrow-
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।      They were my most happy days.
আমার প্রাণের গানের ভাষা                        I had hoped they’d learn the songs of my heart.
শিখবে তারা ছিল আশা-
উড়ে গেল, সকল কথা কইল না-                 those hopes have vanished.
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।       They were my most happy days.
স্বপন দেখি, যেন তারা কার আশে               I dream as if they are moving around my
ফেরে আমার ভাঙা খাঁচার চার পাশে-          broken home hoping to see my happy days.
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।
এত বেদন হয় কি ফাঁকি।                            How can so much pain be deceit.
ওরা কি সব ছায়ার পাখি।                         Are they then  shadows of birds?
আকাশ-পারে কিছুই কি গো বইল না-         couldn’t any of my days be rescued.
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।     They were my most happy days.

 

Daily Prompt: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

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Sleep is one-third of our lives. Write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling asleep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.

I have a definite pattern of sleep. I sleep regularly after ten pm, if I don’t I have difficulty sleeping. When I was very young I used to argue with my eldest brother about our traveling times. He always booked our train journeys at night. This meant I’d lose my sleep.

His reason was if we traveled at night we’d reach our destination in the day time. “But I’d lose my sleep I’d complain.”

As long as all the family members were okay with his decision, he didn’t care what I thought.

I don’t dream much when I sleep, occasionally I dream my purse has disappeared, or I lost something else. When I wake up in the morning I check if everything is in its place.

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Words of Wisdom–Posted by Ranu

This morning we lost power, I was bored I spent some time reading”The time travelers wife”, I changed the book and took out ‘Atlas Shrugged’ I wasn’t feeling comfortable the house was getting cold. I took out my album and looked at some of our photographs, I quickly got tired of it too.

Then I got hold of a book where I found some words of wisdom, I knew this will keep my mind busy, I read some of them, found them interesting.  I copied them in my book and thought I’ll post them on my blog.

Here they are:

1.People with clenched fist cannot shake hands.  UNKNOWN

2. The scientific theory I like best is that Saturn’s rings are composed of of lost airline luggage. MARK RUSSELL

3. If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.  DEREK BOK

4. Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.  ROBERT FROST

5. We treat this world of ours as if we had a spare in the trunk.  AL BERNSTEIN

6. It may be that those who do most, dream most.  STEPHEN LEACOCK

7. There is nothing on earth intended for innocent people so horrible as school. G.B. SHAW

8. The trouble with morning is that they come when you’re not awake.  REX STOUT

More later!: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/words-of-wisdom-posted-by-ranu/

 

Bengali Song, singer Srikanto: Posted and translated by ranu

Do not turn on the lights oh sky

Do not open your eyes oh wind

My beloved might be shy

She may  come close and leave

It’s time for her

To give me the garland.

This time she will

Try her best to sing to me.

Waterfall, do not imitate the

same tune when you trickle down!

Do not turn on the lights oh sky,

Oh tree of red flowers,

Do not look back.

Oh Cuckoo do not sing,

My sensitive beloved,

Might be bashful.

Her words may freeze,

In her mouth.

She has a lot of timid,

Hopes in her heart.

For heaven’s sake,

oh dear scented flower

Do not disturb the rhythm

Of her song by releasing your scent!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/01/16/bengali-song-s…slated-by-ranu/

DP Daily Prompts: By Heart

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You’re asked to recite a poem(or song lyrics) What’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it stayed, intact,in your mind?

The poem that immediately comes to my mind is one by : “A psalm of life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”

Here is the first verse:

Tell me not in mournful numbers.

Life is but an empty dream!—

For the soul is dead that slumbers.

And things are not what they seem.

It has a special meaning to me because I learned this when I was seven, my memory was really good, which is what I was told by the Nun my teacher.

I liked it also because it rhymed beautifully. Today when I think of it I like it even more because it is such a meaningful poem.

The next verse is even better:

Life is real, Life is earnest

And the grave is not its goal;

Dust thou art, to dust returnest,

Was not spoken of the soul.

It’s truly a wonderful poem, this one will always remain intact in my mind.

k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/05/dp-daily-prompts-by-heart/

 

 

 

 

Writing Prompt: Nightmares

I dreamed something which to me did not feel like a nightmare. It was one in which I saw my brother who had passed away, It seemed he came in my dream to set things straight.

I revealed my dream to my siblings concerned, who brushed it off as something I made up. To believe me would go against their interest. They decided to ignore it.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/365-days-feb.19th-nightmares/