NaBloPoMo: Glorious Madness (Photo credit: cizauskas)
The Day the Laughter Died (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
For NaBloPoMo: I am translating a Bengali Song.
Bygone days are calling me.
The memories of my past are colored with
sadness and pleasure.
I remember when I fell in love,
All we thought was our paths
are united now.
We were in a different world,
We talked excessively,
We sang ,we laughed
Nothing bad could come between us.
Now it’s all in the past,
We no longer sing and laugh,
My heart is broken,
All the laughter and excessive
conversation has ended.
Where, at what moment, when
A star has fallen,
Can the sky remember?
Bygone days are calling me back,
the painful memories haunt me
and the pain is difficult to endure.
Translated by Ranu
I consider blogging an “Art”. I have ways to go to achieve this special ‘Art’. In my opinion I am doing well. Anytime I am able to write the daily prompts successfully according to my estimation, my attempts are worth considering. Then if I even have one follower who likes what I write,it is victory for me.
Since I’ve joined the daily prompt group,I am exposed to a variety of topics,I have written as much as was possible. Some were easier than others. The main thing is I’ve taken the prompts and made them my own. Opinions differ about the”Secret of Success”, I feel if I can nail the topic my way, that’s the secret of my success. Granted when my work is published, you wouldn’t find it crowded with comments,I’ll probably have one or at the most two. It really does not matter and it will not stop me to continue writing. The pleasure I derive from writing a paragraph or two each morning is enough for me to tell myself ,”I AM SUCCESSFUL’!
English: These boots are made for walking ……….. Who says Penzance isn’t at the forefront of fashion when you can buy thigh length boots such as these in our very own Market Jew Street !!! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The prompt reminds me of Nancy Sinatra’s song,’These boots are made for walkin and that’s what they’ll do’. I went hunting for comfortable shoes while I was in Montreal. I took two pairs of mine,but they refused to co-operate when I was walking. One of the problems in large cities is, one has to walk a lot to get anywhere.
The farmer’s market was over a kilometre away from where we were staying. This meant we’d have to walk. The first two days I used the pair I took with me. I ended up having my toes so sore,I could not continue using them. I had to get a comfortable pair. When I stepped out of the store,the problem continued. My daughter’s advice was,’Mom you have to break into them’.I understand that part,but I was only there for two weeks,I knew it was not long enough to feel at ease with them. Between stop and walk ritual I managed to cover the grounds. I had to walk from the subway station to the park to watch tennis matches where our favorite players were playing.
We went on a shopping spree, which required metres and metres of walking. My shoes took me to a lot of places,I honestly didn’t enjoy walking that much. It had to be done or else I’d have to sit and wish some angel would lend me her wings so I could fly everywhere. It is only possible in fiction.
I had aching feet,toes and everything that goes with walking,but was deprived of pleasure!
Moonlight (Photo credit: eivindtjohei)
That body reminds me of
so many memories of past life.
Thousands of hidden pleasure reflected in those eyes,
as if they are songs of birth and rebirth.
my everlasting pleasure and pain,
how many flower gardens of the earth,
countless moon- lit nights.
several days of pain and separation,
various nights of love and shame___
that very laughter the tears the discourse
presented itself today in a sweet image.
By looking at you constantly makes me feel
as if life is fading away in the distance.