Daily Prompt : Imaginary

In-response to daily post’s one-word prompt  : Imaginary

I’m dreaming of a long wide imaginary street,

On either side  eager  vendors offering a  treat.

Little kids dancing and prancing without fear,

Their parents sitting and watching them near .

Sometimes we must give our minds  much-needed break,

So that daily fear and confusions won’t keep us awake!

…………………………………… 🙂

 

 

365 Writing Prompts: The full moon

When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.

There is something very unique about the full moon, whenever it happens and the sky is clear, I find myself in a place I’ve never been. I am lost in my thought and go into an imaginary place where it’s me, Tagore, Rumi, Mirza Ghalib and Iqbal. I carefully listen to their conversation.

Tagore and I are the only Bengalis , the rest of them speak Persian. I am fascinated to hear this language which I don’t understand.

Tagore realizes my shortcoming and helps me out. I begin to understand a few words, but cannot carry on a lengthy dialogue. I’m advised to go back to earth and work on my language skills especially in Persian, so I can participate in their discussion.

Back on earth I turn on my computer and Google the language Persian. I know I must be ready for the next full moon, I tell myself did I really see those people or it was all my imagination. Unfortunately it was just that and I didn’t have to count when I’ll meet them again.

They have left the earth and are now in a better place, without any kind of worries, and I am here with all the trials and tribulations of the world!

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DP Daily Prompt: Worst Case Scenario

Of all the awful possibilities, what’s the worst possible thing that could happen to you today?

 

I do not want to end up with a house full of unannounced guests. My dishwasher which is hardly used does not work, the city has started rolling black outs and the supermarket is empty. There is no food left. I’m about to tear my hair because there is nothing I can do. 

I can handle the dishwasher problem by washing the dishes myself. 

The rolling black outs will be a major problem, I have an electric stove, no electricity means I won’t be able to cook for my hungry guests.

Lack of food in the supermarket will be difficult, even if all the other things were in super condition.

The only way I’d solve all of this is by taking the guest out to dinner, they could order anything they want, but wait what if after eating as much as they could, I go to pay the bill, I open my hand bag and find my wallet missing, the anxiety, the embarrassment would make me run for cover. Can so many things go wrong in one day, it can if I am unlucky. 

Thank God it’s imaginary!

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DP Daily Prompt: Third Rate Romance

“Tell us your funniest relationship disaster Story.”

 

I have no idea what is third rate romance

Is it a real or imaginary story

Imaginary one I can write

Without  any hesitation 

But will you take it 

Into consideration!

 

There was a girl and a boy 

I knew long ago 

Who fell in love without a doubt

One was lean the other one fat

They had no personality 

I promise you that!

 

One summer’s day the fat one

Came up with a story

Hang on and wait dear reader

This will make you laugh 

He said my dear, “why are you so lean

When you always lick the platter clean?”

 

This did not go very well really

The lean one kicked and screamed 

Oh you fatty she said ,”enough of this romance

You nasty pig

I’d never see your face as long as I live!”

Thus ended the romance of fatty and leany! 

 

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Beer Purush Valiant Man Poem by Tagore Translation by Ranu

Animated sequence of a race horse galloping. Photos taken by Eadweard Muybridge (died 1904), first published in 1887 at Philadelphia (Animal Locomotion). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Line art drawing of palanquin. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Imagine , I am travelling in a foreign land

taking my Mom far away.

You are in a palanquin,Mom

the doors slightly open,

I am riding on a horse,

galloping beside you.

The horse with its hoofs

blowing the dust around.

The evening sun is setting,

we arrive at the imaginary twin pond.

Wherever I look its quiet

there are no people or animals,

it seemed you were afraid

and wondered where are we.

I said don’t be afraid Mom,

over there i can see a stream-let.

The field is covered with spear-grass

a winding road in the middle.

No cattle are seen anywhere,

perhaps gone towards the village,

no one knows where we are heading__

nothing can be seen in the dark.

It seemed you said to me,

‘what kind of light is there by the pond?’

Right at this moment ,ha ray ray ray ray’

some people are coming with their loud voices!

Afraid you moved to the corner

praying to all the gods and deities___

the bearers in the prickly shrub

shivered in fright and let go the palanquin.

I was telling you,

why are you afraid,Mom,I am here.

sticks in hand, curly hair__

with their ear stuck with flower.

I say,’ wait beware,

if you come any closer

look at my sword,

I would cut you in pieces.’

hearing this they jump

and scream ‘ha ray ray ray ray’.

You said , Khoka don’t go!’

I said ,’watch quietly.’

I galloped in their midst,

with the jingling sword and shield,

what a dreadful fight it was

hearing this will make you shiver.

So many of them fled in fear,

countless heads were cut-off.

Fighting with so many,

you might think Khoka is probably dead.

covered with sweat and blood

I come and say,’the fight is over.’

hearing this you come down

you gave me a kiss and took me in your lap.

Said,’ luckily Khoka was with me,

what a calamity it would be otherwise!’

Daily so many things happen__

oh why isn’t it true?

It would be a nice story,

all will be amazed __

Dada would say,’how can it be,

Khoka is not that strong!’

all the neighbours would say,

‘It’s fortunate Khoka was with his mother.’

Please note: Khoka means a little boy in Bengali

Ha ray ray ray ray is the sound made by the people coming towards them.