365 Writing prompts:Eat,drink and be merry

— for tomorrow we die. The world is ending tomorrow! Tell us about your last dinner–the food, your dining companions,the setting, the conversation.

I have no idea how others will react, if they know the world is ending tomorrow! Who will think about food it’s something I do not think I’ll think about. It’s a scary thought.

This is what I will do, I’ll get all my family members, discuss how we treated each other, talk about things  we did wrong, ask forgiveness and for once sit together and talk only about times we enjoyed being with each other.

If we gather together food would be something we’ll eat but it’s not going to be the main attraction, there’ll be no special setting,  we’ll eat simple foods and apologize to each other for all the things that went wrong because we were stubborn and did not care.

The most important thing to do would be to pray that we do not suffer,that death comes without pain!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/01/365-writing-pr…k-and-be-merry

Beer Purush Valiant Man Poem by Tagore Translation by Ranu

Animated sequence of a race horse galloping. P...

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.

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.

Niruddesh Jatra Traveling to an Unknown Destination(poem) by Tagore,Translation by Ranu

ocean

ocean (Photo credit: Stephen Edgar – Netweb)

How much further will you take me,pretty woman?

Tell me where will you dock your gold boat.

Whenever I say O stranger,

you only smile, pleasantly__

I fail to understand what’s on your mind.

Quietly you raise your finger

the vast ocean is agitated,

far in the distance the sun is setting.

What is there, what are we on the look-out for?

Tell me, O  foreign woman__

where the funeral pyre is burning,

the sparkling tremulous water,

in this direction the bride with tearful eyes,

what is there in your abode

on the bank of the resounding ocean

on the foot of the imaginary mountain?

You look at my face and smile without a reply.

The air heaves a deep sigh.

the flow-tide bellows .

The suspicious indigo water,

without looking I watch the shore,

as if  the overflowing deluge is oscillating.

Right after the gold boat appears,

followed by the evening_

in the middle of all this why dost thou smile quietly?

I fail to understand what brings you such pleasure.

When you beckoned who wants to accompany me__

I  looked at you for a moment that morning.

you showed the  flowing light

the vast ocean ,

the restless light trembling in the water.

I boarded the boat and asked__

is there young people over there,

is there hope for success ?

You looked and smiled.