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.

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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/

NaBloPoMo Nov.19 “Why do we dream” by Ranu https://sabethville.wordpress.com

1848 Daguerreotype of Edgar Allan Poe at 39, a...

1848 Daguerreotype of Edgar Allan Poe at 39, a year before his death (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I think what can I write for NaBloPo Mo daily. I must admit nothing concrete comes to mind. So I did the obvious,I asked my daughter, she gave me some suggestion. I have momentarily shelved it. Last night after the discussion I went to bed.

I had a disturbing dream. I could not figure out why I would have such a dream. I read Freud’s theory of dreams. He calls dreams those poems we tell ourselves at night  in order to experience our unconscious wishes.

Many literary minds are obsessed with dreams.Samuel Coleridge wanted to write a book about dreams.Edgar Allan Poe knew dreams fed his literature,he pushed himself to dream  “dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before”.

Matt Wilson thinks dreams sort through memories which to retain which to lose.

Hartmann focuses on emotional learning that happens in dreams.He says dreaming puts our difficult emotions into pictures.

Others argue dreams have no meaning at all.They are random firings of a brain that doesn’t happen to be conscious at that time.

I read the views of all these people,I am not satisfied. I am thinking there must be a reason why I had that disturbing dream!

Nazrul Geeti ,on a rainy night post and translation by Ranu

Kazi Nazrul Islam, the revolutionary Bengali M...

Kazi Nazrul Islam, the revolutionary Bengali Muslim who is now the National Poet of Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If on a rainy night

you remember me,

there is a storm outside

and tears in your eyes.

Erase my name from your memory,

just like a dream of one night.

The garland you strung together

throw it on the street.

The eastern wind will blow,

in the remote deep forest.

You will be alone,

looking from the window.

The lonely cuckoo will sing

on the branch of the tree.

From the bank of the Jumna,

You will hear someone calling.

The flash of lightning,

will look for you my dear.

Cover your eyes with both hands,

if it is filled with tears.

Singer— Ferdous Ara Bangladesh,Lyrics by Kazi Nazrul Islam( poet of Bengal)

Daily Prompt: Deja Vu Posted by Ranu

Deja Vu from French ,literally “already seen”is the phenomenon of having a strong sensation that an event or experience currently being experienced has been experienced in the past. I racked my brain to see if I was exposed to such an experience.The result that comes out time after time is no I didn’t. The only thing that resembles ever so slightly,is once I dreamt a group of people coming up the hill to our house.Next morning sure enough I experienced the same thing.When I think about it,it doesn’t have any similarity that can be called,Deja Vu.

When I read the Daily Prompt,the thought entered my mind is,it sounds like reincarnation.When a person is born again and remembers the events that happened in their life before.Not exactly the same things are repeated but they recognize the people and the place,they had seen before.

I had the experience of a dream about my cat J.D after she died,she was healthy and her coat was beautiful and shiny, of my husband who seemed to be in a hurry and wanted me to go with him .This was also a dream,but it is not what the requirement is. So I might as well be truthful and write, ‘No I did not experience ,Deja Vu.

Farewell By R.Tagore__ translated by Ranu

English: Pooja room in an Indian home

English: Pooja room in an Indian home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am leaving my dear Mom I am leaving.

Early in the morning when you notice your empty lap and call Khoka

I will say,’that Khoka is not here’.

My dear mother, I am leaving.

I will mix with the air I will go ,Mother I will ride on your chest__

You cannot catch me with your hand.

I will be a wave in the water dear mother____no one will know me,

During the bath I will play with you.

When droplets of rain fall from the cloud you will think of me at night in your bed,

I will sing the song of drip drop in the forest.

From the clouds I will flash a light into your window to see you,

will you remember my laughter?

If you stay up late at night for Khoka my dear mother

I will come in the guise of a star and tell you ‘sleep’.

After you fall asleep  I will enter your room as the moonlight,

I will leave a kiss in your eyes.

I will become a dream and I will come to see  mother,

I will go in the middle of your sleep.

You will wake up in false hope   you will feel the side of your bed,

who knows where I will vanish.

At the time of Pooja celebration   the boys will roam around and play in the courtyard,

tell them ‘Khoka is not in the house’.

Then I will become the  tune of the flute and move around in the sky.

I will come back with you and you will feel my presence in all your work.

When auntie comes with the clothes for Pooja  and she asks you

‘where did your Khoka go’,

tell her ‘Khoka , he cannot be lost___he is here, a star in my eyes,

he is united with me on my chest and on my lap’.