Writing: Intro to Poetry, Day four : Journey

Writing: Intro to Poetry : Journey

Poetic Device: Simile

Goodbye to Gander

With heavy hearts we left our house,

All around us was as quiet as a mouse.

The clouds above us bid us good-bye,

Saying, we’re as sad as an orphan nigh.

Are we making a mistake I thought,

No, came the whisper you are not.

Your husband is as sick as our feline JD,

He needs a doctor as good as Brady.

The journey was as smooth as cream,

We arrived home as if it was a dream!

……………………………………… 🙂

Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Four: Journey

Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Poetic device : Simile

 

 

Our Journey from St. John’s, NL to Waterville Maine, USA

We started our journey in the summer season,

The heat was intensive it  felt  like we’re in an oven

Hubby the driver loved speeding like a bullet

I  warned  if he  broke the rules, he’s in for a ticket

He told me to quit being a backseat driver

Or take the wheels and let him drink some cider

We reached Port Aux Basques and got a ferry

The thunder-like sound  made me eerie

Fortunately the ride was short as a nanosecond

Longer ride would make us deaf as nana Diamond

Our drive continued till we reached Maine

A neighbour greeted us at the door with a key chain!

…….…………………………:)

 

 

 

Writing: Intro to Poetry,Day Four : Journey

Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Poetic Device : Simile 

‘Hurry,’  said hubby, ‘it’s a long way to go,’

The highway was as straight as an arrow.

Suddenly the road looked like a slithering snake,

Impending danger frightened us as we neared a lake.

………………………………………

Y’all be not afraid announced our experienced driver,

Soon after the car hit something hard and heavier.

‘I’m not sure what it was don’t worry, said our hero, 

But I noticed the fuel tank indicator turned  to zero.

…………………………………

Hubby the driver hit the panic button,

We went to the nearest gas station.

The guy at the station showed a blank face,

Said, ‘worry not yo gentle man, act like an Ace.’

……………………………..

Worry is my hubby’s middle name,

He thought what will all the same.

Finally we arrived in Newfoundland,

Which looked as lonely as a crow on the sand!

………………………………….. 🙂 

 

Writing : Intro to Poetry, Day Four: Journey

 

Enhance your poem with a SIMILE

Our journey felt as warm as the morning sun

The further we went the clouds above spoiled our fun

Still we were optimistic it will change

But unfortunately the heavy clouds

Fell as rain like nature was dropping

Buckets of water.

It was a perfect transformation from

Dry to wet.

We kept our mind cool

Continued  driving like a fool.

But the nightmare continued as our

Car hit something heavy

The gas tank needle turned to empty.

We checked the map to find a gas station

Nothing to worry the man said

The impact bent your tank

We were not quite satisfied

Resumed driving until we reached

Our destination.

I told my husband you liked the color

lemon, well it proved it  really

is as sour as a lemon!

…………………….. 🙂

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Journey

Tell us about a journey—whether a physical trip you took, or an emotional one.

I’ve taken physical trips several times. My most memorable journeys are those we took to Makkah and Medina.The whole atmosphere was special, there were people from all over the world, we all had one purpose pray for ourselves and for our near and dear ones.

We got ready for prayer at the call of the muezzin daily, we came out of our dwellings and walked towards the mosque in Ka’aba, after prayer we came back and had  our breakfast.

We’d congregate in the early and late afternoon, then sunset and the last one hour and a half after the sunset prayer.

In between the prayers we made our rounds around the Ka’aba seven times and a place called Al  Safah and Al  Marwah, here also we walked the whole length seven times.

In Medina we visited the prophet’s grave, it was open for women at 11 am daily.We prayed in the large mosque five times a day. We stayed there for a week.

We had a wonderful experience.

 

Writing 101: fifteen minutes free writing

The clock is adjusted , I am ready to write. I am going on a journey, the sun is shining, the day is looking bright. I will follow the sun and see where I will end up.

It’s an early morning sun, the birds are flying about welcoming the beautiful day and I am walking breathing in the lovely pure air. I see a small hut yonder, will I go to see who lives there, yes my mind is made up.I am walking the path seems endless, if I was Tagore I’d make up a poem for everyone to read. I cannot, although I love reading poems and memorizing them. I failed to develop the skill of writing poetry.

I should not be distracted my aim is the hut, the little one. How much longer is the path I ask myself,who knows I’ve never walked along this path.

Wait now I’m almost there, I see a little boy playing with his spin top, it’s a very inexpensive toy, I tell you truthfully the pleasure you get from this little man made device is equal to none. I’m distracted again, I was talking about the boy.Oh look he is waving out to me, I must find out why.

Here I am he is showing me his top, he tells me he got it last night before he went to bed. This is his being good gift, he wants me to play with him, Okay I say,” but I cannot spin it like you , can you teach me?”

The boy replies, “it’s easy , I will teach you.”

I spent a full twenty minutes but could not spin it the way he did.

Time’s up  the clock says!

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: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/12/writing-101-fi…s-free-writing

 

365 days Writing Prompt: Tell us your story

Tell us about a journey– whether physical trip you took ,or an emotional one.

It was a while ago my husband and I took a trip to Saudi Arabia for pilgrimage. It was the month of September, the days were scorching hot, we landed at Jeddah airport early afternoon. There were no chairs in the lounge, we sat on the floor waiting to be called at the customs, many hours passed , there were flights coming in with passengers from all over the world.

Finally at 3 am  in the morning we were called, we were told we needed to pay one hundred  riyals each to go through, we paid the required sum before we started on our journey, but there was a change, we didn’t have riyals and they refused to take   US dollars, my husband’s cousin who was supposed to pick us up, but for some reason he was not there,his friend came forward and lent us the required amount.

We were glad to be out of the airport on our way to the cousin’s apartment. Five days later we were on our way to the city of Makkah, our accommodation was same as the other pilgrims.

Next day we went to the Kabah for circumambulating seven times, the day was hot the sun was shining, there was no relief from the heat. We had to hold on to each other to avoid getting lost, there was a sea of people praying and walking around, every stranger we saw spoke a different language, which we didn’t understand, this is why we had to stay close to each other, if we lost one another, we wouldn’t be able to find us and the language barrier wouldn’t help.

Thankfully we completed the rounds, then there was a place called ‘Safa Marwa’ where we had to walk seven times it was inside but the walk was not easy. We completed it and went to the mosque for prayer.We stayed in the tent for five days, after completing all the rituals we went back to Jeddah and to Medina for a week.

At Medina we visited the mosque where the prophet was buried, I met a very young girl she was so sweet, she asked if I would share the the piece of paper with the prayer written on it, she had such a gentle temperament I remember her and her face to this day.

After a month in Saudi Arabia we went back to Chicago, and then to Canada our home!!

 https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/05/25/365-days-writi…-us-your-story

 

 

Tagore song,(amaar raat pohalo)My night has ended translated and posted by Ranu post by ranu

My night has ended,

on this Autumn morning

my night has ended.

O flute, who can I leave you with

my night has ended.

A sound rang in your chest

announcing the parting.

so many seasons,mornings

have gone by,

now my night has ended.

The words that remained  secret

in my heart,

you stole them in your songs.

That time has ended

like the stars at night.

It is time to end this journey

like the withered flowers.

My night has ended ,

on this Autumn morning!

Sachal Sarmast

English: A view of Sachal Sarmast Shrine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sachal sarmast (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

According to Sachal:  Thy first duty is to give up faith,unfaith,Islam and all religions.

He was born in Sindh,Pakistan in 1739,his real name was Abdul Wahab,he adopted the name Sachal Sarmast for his poetry

which means truthful mystic.He wrote mystic poetry in Arabic,Sindhi,Seraiki,Punjabi,Urdu,Persian, and Baluchi. Sachal urged people, rather than blindly following tradition,to seek truth directly.And like Ibn Arabi and others ,he taught a vision of unity called Wahdat-al -Wujud.He died on the 14th day of Ramadan in 1829 at the age of 90.

Sachal’s poetry.

Friend,this is the only way

to learn the secret way:

Ignore the paths of others,

even the saint’s steep trails.

Don’t follow.

Don’t journey at all.

Rip the veil from your face.

‘Tis not in religion I believe

‘Tis love I live in.

When love comes to you.

Say Amen!

Neither did I roll rosary nor did I ponder and pray,

I went to no mosque or temple,nor bow in adoration to any,

Sachal is lucky everyday,love is all around him.

You by yourself,know what is in your form!

Why chant ‘Allah! Allah’? Find Allah within you.

You listen,you see, Allah’s word is witness,

There is no doubt O Sachal! that the Lord is one!

We are,what are we?

We know not ,what we are!

For a moment we are blessed

For a moment we are accursed

Some moment we pray and fast

Some moment we are free spirits

Now we declare,’Only we exist’

Now we declare,’we don’t exist’

For a bit, our heart is calm

In a bit, we weep rivers

Now we say,’We are self-realized’

Now we ask , ‘Who are we?’

‘Sachal’ we are only That eternally

What other contracts can we make here?

I was sitting by the roadside ,

When the path became clear to me;

In the palace the Beloved I saw;

a glimpse the Beauty gave;

Through the window was the vision,

a glimpse the Beauty saw;

Take care of the ignorant;

Our bond was made for a reason.

I truly recognized the Lord,

My companion He sure became;

‘He is the creator of all

and intrinsic to all,

All doubts in this perished;

With happiness shall I carry

Sisters, if your trust I have.

All the journeys,all the manifestations

The Dear one’s own;

Friend Sachal  Know this correctly,

Slumber has created illusions.

Sachal regarded love as the path to spirituality:

‘Tis not in religion I believe

‘Tis love I live in.

When love comes to you,

say Amen!

‘Tis not with the infidel

that love resides,

Nor with the faithful.

Translation by Gul Agha and Jethmal Parsram Gulrajani

Posted by Ranu

Life’s Journey by Tagore Translation by ranu

Life’s Journey     Rabindranath Tagore

Your journey is beginning.     Mine is ending.

You and I together will flow on forever.

Your light is shining, you have a companion.

I have the night before me.   The stars are shining above me.

Your journey is beginning. Mine is ending.

You are on land.     I am in the water.

You are sitting calmly.    I am restless and moving.

Your hand is young and strong.   My hand is old and rusty.

In your mind you are fearful.     I am free from fear.

Your journey is beginning.  Mine is ending.

You and I together will flow on forever.