In response to prompt : Song
Don’t Turn The Light On!
ও আকাশ প্রদীপ জ্বেলো না
ও বাতাস আঁখি মেলো না
আমার প্রিয়া লজ্জা পেতে পারে আহা
কাছে এসেও ফিরে যেতে পারে।।
তার সময় হলো আমায় মালা দেবার
সে যে প্রাণের সুরে গান শোনাবে এবার
সেই সুরেতে ঝর্ণা তুমি চরণ ফেলো না।।
ও পলাশ ফিরে চেও না
ও কোকিল তুমি গেও না
লাজুক লতা হয়ত গো লাজ পাবে
তার মুখের কথা মুখে রয়ে যাবে
তার অনেক ভীরু স্বপ্ন জাগে আশায়
আহা হৃদয় মাঝে সুরের খেয়া ভাসায়
দোহাই বকুল ছন্দে তাহার দন্ধ ঢেলো না।
O sky do not turn the light on
Don’t open your eyes o wind,
It will make my beloved shy
She may turn around and leave
It’s time for her to give me the garland
She will sing a song with her heart
Do not use her tune to come down o fountain
O tree of red flowers do not look
Sing not o dear Cuckoo
It will make my bashful creeper shy
Her words will freeze in her mouth
Her timid self has many dreams
Alas her tune floats in the middle of her heart
For God’s sake O flower do not confuse her rhythm!
In response to daily post’s one-word prompt : Opaque
Each morning I dread watching the opaque sky,
I wonder what’s happening up above I sigh!
Are the Angels and demons having a fight,
Will they drop their arsenals with their might?
What will become of us I’m frightened to think,
Will mankind float or they’ll just sink?
These queer thoughts keeps me awake,
I cannot understand what more I can take!
In response to wordpress one-word prompt : Sky
Each morning I wake up and look out the window to see the color of the sky. I know it either shows clouds or the blue sky. This morning outside looked bright, I immediately decided I must go for a walk, I checked the weather channel on TV, it showed 10 degrees Celsius, I was certain it’s warm, I dressed up in my light shirt and light trousers. I thought I wouldn’t need a cardigan but must wear a thin jacket just in case the clouds move in out of nowhere and rain starts falling.
I got out of my house and started walking in the direction of the bus stop, as I was walking the air felt chilly, I kept walking because I did not want to go back to the house to change. I looked around saw each passerby was wearing a warmer jacket than mine. The bus was due in five minutes, not enough time for me to go back and change. I stayed and waited for the bus, it came I got on, tried to ignore the cold wind,I knew I’d be in the mall in ten minutes, when I’m inside who cares if it’s cold outside. I walked around in the mall for an hour. It was noon I hurried to the bus stop, waited a couple of minutes for the bus, when it arrived I got on. I thanked my lucky stars that the weather did not get too cold. Next time I’d be more careful, before I step out of the house, the sunny blue sky doesn’t always mean it’s warm.
Why do I always forget I am in Newfoundland, here days are unpredictable.
This is a song sung by a female singer I used to know.She is a Bengali. She had a very sweet and amiable disposition which is rare among those who reach the heights of fame.I’m translating this song to celebrate the memory of a person who was loved by those of us who knew her.
The sky has heaps of blue
The air has some scent
the night is lighted by the glow- worm
the stream has a soft rhythm
Only my hands are empty
but my eyes are full of tears
My lonely heart has closed the doors of hope
I cannot understand what’s wrong with me
Why can’t I overcome my bashfulness
I’ve tried to tell many times but could not
I fail to understand how will I say it
How long can I aimlessly drift in this thought
I know not why I have this conflict!
Write about anything you’d like , but make sure that all colors of the rainbow– red,orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo,violet– make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.
The clear sky tempted Pamela to go for a walk, it has been a long time since she got out of the house. The sun was shining brightly, the grass looked its original color and children skipping with amusement reminded her of her childhood.
Walking along a deserted path she met Sangita, her friend from school, they were delighted to see each other. All at once Sangita asked Pam if she’d be interested to come to their ‘Holi Party.’ Pam wasn’t sure it was such a great idea, she was wearing her attractive indigo dress, she did not want it to be smothered by multi- colors. Pam tried to excuse herself but Sangita refused to take ‘No’ for an answer. Reluctantly she agreed hoping her dress wouldn’t be ruined.
While walking along Pam tripped up fell down and scraped her knee, it was bleeding, she panicked and excused herself and ran home.
Mom was waiting for her with a bunch of Marigolds given by their neighbor, Pam got some band-aid to put on her knee and sat down with her mother. They chatted for a while mom went to check her roast, Pam took a magazine to read, it was all about Kate, Prince William’s wife. Pam loved Kate’s dress it was a beautiful violet, she looked extremely pretty in it.
Pam made up her mind to get an orange dress for herself to celebrate Spring!
Do not turn on the lights oh sky
Do not open your eyes oh wind
My beloved might be shy
She may come close and leave
It’s time for her
To give me the garland.
This time she will
Try her best to sing to me.
Waterfall, do not imitate the
same tune when you trickle down!
Do not turn on the lights oh sky,
Oh tree of red flowers,
Do not look back.
Oh Cuckoo do not sing,
My sensitive beloved,
Might be bashful.
Her words may freeze,
In her mouth.
She has a lot of timid,
Hopes in her heart.
For heaven’s sake,
oh dear scented flower
Do not disturb the rhythm
Of her song by releasing your scent!
My dear friend
What is anxiety, what is pain,
Day and night you talk about love,
Dear friend what is love?
Is it only pain, shedding tears
and sorrowful sigh
How do people give up
Happiness for love
To me everything is pleasant
fresh, young, and clear
Deep blue sky, green forest
soft and gentle flower
They are like me
they only laugh and sing
they want to enjoy life and then die
they know not pain or weeping
nor do they fancy torment
The flower laughs and withers
Moonlight smiles and disappears
The night star laughs and sacrifices itself
in the lighted ocean
Is there anyone happy like me
Come to me my friend
your heart will calm down
when you hear my happy song
If you are destined to weep daily
why not laugh at least for one day
forget your depression
So we all can sing a happy song together!
Your journey of love at this stormy night
The sky is crying in alarm,
I cannot sleep–
I open the door my dear,
I look out again and again.
I cannot see anything,
I wonder where you are.
on a a distant side of an unkown river
In some dense forest
Where in this dark night
Are you crossing your path.
If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally write fiction, write a poem.If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.
I’ve traveled far and wide
But never could I hide
My fear of people who sigh
Because I didn’t know why!
So I looked up in the sky
To get my answer
All I saw was a bunch of cloud
That made a sound so loud
It made me twirl round and round!
I met a man who claimed to have the answer
They sigh to refresh their breath he said
I didn’t believe it
But they all said, that is it!
I will never get my answer
So now I think I have no fear
Why should I care if they sigh
There could be a million reason why!