I thought of this song this morning and felt it’s an awesome song to listen to .
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Tagore song edin aji posted and translated by Ranu
I wonder, whose door was opened today
Whose success brought about the sunrise
Whose inauguration filled the gold pot with light
And whose blessing carried Dawn through the darkness
Forest flowers blossoming,new leaves swinging
Who helped them to string their garlands
After long years of waiting
who received the gift of selection
Whose life full of sorrows did this Day end?
https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/03/06/tagore-song-edin-aji/
365 Writing Prompts: Back to the future
A service has been invented through which you can send messages to people in the future.To whom would you send something, and what would you write?
Realistically speaking I cannot think of sending messages to any one if I’m unable to understand what kind of service will be invented in the future.
It seems so unreal, but if I become an optimist and make myself believe there will be an invention and I will have the opportunity to send messages to people I have met along the way, I certainly would send a message to a young lady I met a while ago.
One winter morning I met a young girl in the shopping center, I don’t know who she was, I was worried how to climb the snow bank to get on the pavement, I almost wanted to turn around to find a spot where the path was clear. I was surprised when she offered to help me, “I will help you to get to the pavement”, she said.
To this day my mind wonders who she was, if I can miraculously locate her wherabouts, I will use this service to write a note to her, the message will read, “thank you for helping me that morning, you are the reason this world is a wonderful place to live in.”
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five sentence fiction
It was a bright July morning the flowers in the garden were a pretty sight, the children were playing in the garden, suddenly they heard a loud scream, they went inside the house.
They found their mother crying and the older brother telling the father,”Dad please don’t go.”
The father looked at him,he tried to say something, but couldn’t.
Then it was all over, everyone was quiet, they only heard the mother reading ‘The Holy Book.’
It was the darkest day in their life!
https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/06/five-sentence-fiction
Writing Prompt: Feed Your Senses
Write down the first sight, sound, smell, and sensation you experienced on waking up today.Pick the one you’re most drawn to, and write.( for a bigger challenge write the one you’re least drawn to).
I was awakened by the harsh sound of the alarm at 4 am . I turned to make sure it was really 4 am ,unfortunately it was. Reluctantly I left my cozy bed went straight to the bathroom ,washed myself and voila I was ready to say my morning prayer. Why so early you may think, this one has to be before sunrise. Where you live the sun may rise later but in my neck of the woods it’s earlier.
My morning prayer takes little over five minutes, but there is a prayer I say for my family members who are no longer with us, then there is my dear friend, and a few other relatives, I also pray for myself. By the time I’m done the clock strikes 4.41 am, still too early for breakfast I tell myself. I go back to bed and sleep some more.
This morning I woke up again before 8 am ,heard Raphael and Gabriel our two favorite kittens wrestling with each other on my way to the kitchen. I used the microwave to cook my breakfast, the sound of this alerted Rafa I was cooking something better than what we gave him and his brother.
He started meowing and running back and forth to each door to get in ,but we were not going to give in, when his loud noise didn’t make any difference, he resumed his game of snatch and pull with his brother.
I can see the sun is shining brightly which is a rare sight, we do welcome the precious one whenever the clouds decide to let it shine.
Now I have almost finished reading the emails I got.
I’ll publish this prompt and see what else I need to get done before I sit and watch the tennis match!
k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/05/17/writing-prompt…ed-your-senses/
Writing Prompt: Your Time to Shine
Early Bird, or Night Owl
I am an early bird, I love my night’s sleep too much to stay awake all night. I’m unable to do any kind of work at night, I can’t even watch movies.
Waking up early in the morning is wonderful for me. I get my work done,like cooking,cleaning,writing my posts and occasionally I go shopping for food and other things I need.
During the day I visit my neighbors, wait for mail these are some of the things I won’t be able to do if I slept all day.
https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/writing-prompt
morning has broken
I just thought of this song, sung by Cat Stevens,
morning has broken, and decided to post it on my blog.
Pausharini Vendor( poem) by Tagore Translation by Ranu
Vendor ,O vendor,
morning is spent buying and selling in markets.
When it’s time to return home
who knows what came to mind
you sat under the shady tree,
all the saved profit
remained in the basket,
where did your thoughts take you.
This field,this red dirt,
Jackfruit (Photo credit: Rennett Stowe)
the leaves of the jack fruit touched by the sun,
the cold breeze
the trembling grass
what did they say in your ears!
Far away in the river water
stripes of light glistens,
what spell does it add to your meditation.
From creations first recollection
the first vibration started your blood flow
This is why the tree and grass
know their heart
the midday of winter__
in earth’s playground
for a long time
you play in the golden green lawn.
Sitting in the quiet field
your mind’s screen is cast off speedily.
the light and sky together
seem dancing in the universe
you see in front of you
middle of that huge space
the sound playing
is humming in your heart.
The speedy calls
have ended in this familiar world.
There is no news anywhere,
no hint of action__
voiceless
sun’s scorching heat is felt instantly
a deep sigh comes from empty space.
Vendor,O vendor,
you forgot for a split second buying and selling.
where’s the market, the wharf,
where’s the home, the road,
the day’s noisy murmur,
brings eternal message
to everyone’s heart
quiet indifference and anxiety.
DP NaPoWriMo posted by Ranu
‘Uncle and the Candies’
English: Candies, Covered Market, Barcelona, Spain Italiano: Caramelle, Mercato Coperto, Barcellona, Spagna (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I went for a walk with my Uncle one day.
It was quite far for me I must say.
Close to our house when we came,
he uttered, ‘Ranu what a shame’.
‘What is it Uncle dear I said’?
‘I meant to buy some candies for you’.
I said ‘Do you think you can bring me some’?
He promised he will and left that day.
He kept his promise my dear Uncle,
with the candies he came late that night.
The night was long,I was sleeping,
‘these are for Ranu’, he told my brother.
My sibling saw the candies and thought for a moment,
he tried but could not resist the temptation,
ate them all with tremendous speed,
Ignoring all the while Uncle’s instruction.
Next morning out he came with a smiling face,
full of charm,loaded with grace.
I wanted to know the reason quick,
he confessed his guilt,yes he did,
I was not so generous to forgive his sin.
He stood there laughing , made fun of me.
I ran to my mother to find a solution.
‘Of course there isn’t any’ she said,’what can I do,
those candies really were not meant for you’?
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