Daily Prompt : Mystery

In response to prompt : Mystery

I always wonder about  my Prof,

Instead of smiling he likes to scoff.

Why he refuses to change is a Mystery,

All his responsibility is teaching History.

History records so many challenges in life,

Perhaps this  is the reason for his strife.

It changes his impression about humanity,

He thinks humans do not care about unity!

……………………………. 🙂

 

 

Tears and Laughter by Kahlil Gibran posted by Ranu

Khalil Gibran (April 1913) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cover via Amazon

I read this poem in a book by Kahlil Gibran. The words are magical. I hope you’ll like it as much as I did.

Tears that purify my heart and reveal

to me the secret of life and its mystery,

Laughter that brings me closer to

my fellowmen;

Tears with which I join the

broken-hearted,

Laughter that symbolizes joy over

my very existence.

I prefer death through happiness a

thousand fold to life in vain and in

despair.

An eternal hunger for love

and beauty is my desire;I know

now that those who possess bounty

alone are naught but miserable,

but to my spirit the sighs of

lovers are more soothing than

music of the lyre.

When night comes, the flower

folds its petals and slumbers

with love,and at dawn,it

opens its lips to receive the

sun’s kisses bespeckled  by quick

dartings of clouds which come,

but surely go.

The life of flowers is hope and

fulfillment and peace; tears and laughter.

The water disappears and ascends

until it turns into clouds that

gather upon the hills and valleys;

and when it meets the breeze,it

falls down upon the fields and

joins the brook that sings it

way toward the sea.

The life of clouds is a life of

farewell and a life of reunion;

tears and laughter.

Thus the spirit separates itself

from the body and walks into

the world of substance,passing

like clouds over the valleys of

sorrow and mountains of happiness

until it meets the

breeze of death and returns to

its starting place,the endless

ocean of love and beauty which

is God.

Projapoti Butterfly by Tagore Translation by Ranu

English: Agraulis vanillae butterfly. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This morning  I woke up,

and  noticed  a gorgeous butterfly on my shelf

its two motionless wings were spread out_

It was  silky green with white  stripes on its back,

It came in the evening

when it saw the light

all night it  thought

where am I

I don’t smell the woods,

the decorated house meant nothing to it.

It is a strange world we are in;

millions of minds

in the same world

know that we are passengers,

striving night and day

we have the same goal

to work for our freedom

in this world.

The butterfly sitting on that book

feels the touch

can see it too;

the truth about the book

is not true to it at all,

in the gloomy darkness.

It recognizes honey

but it will never know the mystery of honey.

It gets its food from floral leaves,

It looks for it daily

because it is greedy

it does not know

beyond greed,

there is indescribable beauty,

which is so dear__

that feeling is far away

from it.

Here I am,

my mind is busy sorting truth.

which cannot be taken away

I am looking for it above and beyond .

What is there

it does not know

that whatever is clear to my mind ,maybe it’s close

here now,right here

I go beyond the limits of my feeling

in search of beauty

its home is in the light

that light is unknown to me.

Birth Discussion by Tagore Translation by Ranu

This is another poem of Tagore,in this he talks to his mother about “Birth.”

The little boy calls his Mom and asks, ‘where did I come from

where did you pick me up from?

Hearing this Mom in a crying and laughing tone      hugged the boy in her chest_

‘you were a wish in my mind.’

You were in my imagination when I played with my doll, in my early morning prayer

I have taken you apart and put you together.

You were with my god    on my prayer throne,

I was thinking of you while I was praying to god.

‘In all my wish forever,in all of my love,

in my mother’s and grandmother’s heart,

in our old home    on my Devi’s lap

I don’t know how long you were hiding there.

In my youth when everything in me unfolded

you were mixed like a fragrance inside me,

you were present in my young body

giving away your gentle loveliness.

‘You are the precious love of all the gods    you are forever old,

you are as old as the morning light.

Your entry into the world is a dream that brings a flow of happiness

you have come to my heart as a new pleasure.

‘After seeing you suddenly    I didn’t understand your mystery___

you belonged to everyone, how did you become mine!

From that body to mine   you became Mom’s baby

with a beautiful smile you showed up on this earth.

‘I am afraid to lose you this is why  I want to hold on to you in my chest,

if you move away from me slightly I begin to cry____

I don’t know what kind of affection has trapped me, to me you are my worldly treasure I want to hold on to you

and  hide you in my fragile arms.’

Rabindranath Tagore with wife Mrinalini Devi from a Pirali Brahmin clan which some Tagores regularly married into (Photo credit: Wikipedia)