Daily Prompt : Release

In response to daily prompt : Release

This morning @ 9:20 am. I finished the book, ” Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea, by Jules Verne.”

All through the book I waited to know if Monsieur Aronnax,  Conseil, and The Canadian, will ever be released from their prison, the Nautilus.

While in the ship they visited unbelievable places, their enjoyment suffered when they realized they were not free.

I remember, once I was very sick and the physician said, ‘I’ll have to admit you in the hospital.’

I went to the hospital, I was there for about ten minutes, I suddenly heard the moaning and groaning of some patients, I stood up from my seat and left immediately. As a patient you feel well, they’ll let me go when I am better. I didn’t wait, I made myself believe I’m not sick, hence this is not a place for me.

But those three who were rescued from the sea and brought in the ship, were not sure they will ever come out of this prison alive and see their loved ones.

It’s a wonderful book, there is a lot of entertainment and drama, one cannot but finish reading it till the end, which is what I did!

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365 Writing Prompt: No longer a mortal

You’ve imbibed a special potion that makes you immortal.Now that you’ve got forever what changes will you make in your life? how will you live differently , knowing you’ll always be around to be accountable for your actions?

When I think of immortal, I think of all the definitions of this word: living forever; not mortal; divine;likely or worthy to be famous for all time; a person of enduring fame.

I think I’d rather be mortal than live up to any of these definitions. I am comfortable with the life I’m living, any change from it will not be desirable for me.

The fact that I’ll be expected to live differently is not a favorable option. The idea of trying things that I have not done before will be a pain for me, and the idea I’ll always be around to be accountable for my actions is not appealing to me.

I think I’m doing all right,I’m a good person. I am not anxious to be famous, fame can be a difficult thing.Think about Princess Diana, she was famous, she never had her privacy, there were people always ready to take advantage of her in all sorts of ways, she eventually paid the price, she  died at a very young age.

My life is simple,I go where I want to, I visit my friends without being interrupted by outsiders. I am free,  to me this is the best way of living my life. I do not mind being mortal.

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The Poet’s Age by Tagore translated by Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)

The Poet’s age by Tagore

Evening is almost here ,oh my dear poet,

I can see white streaks in your  hair___

you are sitting and looking up in the sky

makes me wonder, are you hearing the call from the next world?

I know it’s evening, said the poet,

my exhausted body still desires to know

if perchance from the other village

someone needs my help.

If there under the fragrant trees

some young man and young woman fall in love

they might need some help

perhaps would like some enchanting music_

who is going to read their mind,

and play the music in his flute,

if I sit on this earth ,

and count my days left to go to the other world.

The evening star rose and set,

the funeral pyre is about to extinguish along the river,

the yellow moon from lord Krishna

is  showing itself from one side of the forest,

the foxes are making loud noise

from the courtyard of the burnt house__

at this time if some homeless man

comes here to spend the night,

with folded hands he looks up

and sees a saint,

slowly his heart will ache

who will awaken his mind with the secret words of the universe

if I free myself and make plans,

In a corner of my house?

Yes I have streaks of white hair,

why does it matter?

Know  that I am as old as the men and boys of the neighbourhood.

Some have innocent smiling faces, others look crooked,

tears come down from some of their eyes

others have  tears  dried in their mind

some spend  time in the corner of the house

others are showing off in fancy chariots

some die alone while grieving

others lose their way in a crowd__

I am getting a call from everyone,

I don’t have time to hear the call from the next world.

I am just as old as the others

even if my hair is turning white.