This post is in response to Linda’s #1OneLinerWednesday.
A present not taken well care of will not bear fruit in future.
©Pranab Sarma, 2018
I was looking for a photo to post for Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge prompt “Future“. Weather had been really nice here for last couple of days and I was working in my garden to take care of various plants. Orange trees and apple tree are in full bloom. The apple tree is small and comparatively young. It also did not give us any fruits last year. As I was coming back from my morning walk with my dog, Skooby, I looked at the blooming apple tree in my front yard. I hoped that this year it will bear fruits. My wife had been talking to the gardener for some work to be done for a vegetable garden and she had talked with him regarding some needed care for the apple tree. As I was looking at the tree and the apple blooms, the one liner quote suddenly came to my mind. Orange blooms are from a California navel orange tree in our backyard. Couple of years back we had so many oranges that few branches broke because they could not bear the weight of the fruits. Last year there were barely a few on the same tree. My wife had been caring for that tree during last year and looking at the new blossoms, we are hopeful that it will bear fruits this year.
Deviating from our chosen goals
Impulsively we jump around
Gambling our future, we
Relegate hard work to luck
Ensuring failure to reach potential
Somehow move through life
Sure the truth hurts
Once promising future
Now ruined forever
Digression led us astray
Letting go will ease the pain, they say
Only if leaving would have been easy
Value what you have, cherish today
Everything past is history, future fantasy
To my dear readers, I will be out for few weeks on a trip and may not have good internet connections. So till we meet again, Happy Holidays and here is to wishing you all a very happy New Year 2018 in advance.
Contemplating what could have been
A future now shrouded in foggy mystery
Life partner lost forever, a life to live in misery
photo by Alex Iby via Unsplash
Three Line Tales-Week 93
The streets are empty now, mourners have gone home
Lonely flower bouquets keeping each other company
Street lamps casting their lights as shadows roam
Here and there a few walk around drunkenly
What a lovely day it was full of laughter and hope
People milling around happily, sun shining through
A few shady characters trying to sell some dope
As I saw her coming down the street, my hope grew
She came with open arms and thousand roses bloomed
Her rosy cheeks and radiant smile filled my heart with joy
Never did I realized my love was to be short lived and doomed
In my imagination, she was more beautiful than Helen of Troy
Single red rose I offered she accepted with glee
Hand in hand we walked enjoying the day
Oblivious to the world around us, our spirits free
Ready to face the unknown future, come what may
When it came it came with a bang, no one expected
Peace was shattered, sun hid its face, the street exploded
Loud bang followed by deadly silence was all that remained
Blood and bones scattered everywhere, as chaos reigned
Amidst the ruins I looked for my love, where my joy has gone
Stem of the red rose bereft of its petals was the only memento I found
Heart filled with grief, bracing myself to a pole, looked up at the setting sun
Red rose petals mixed with gold blazed like a crimson crown
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seven
I have not changed
I learned to live
With a long list
Of unachieved goals
Ghost of accepting
Things that I can’t change
Does not faze me now
Hiding behind a mask
Of my own making
Tolerating unseen pain
Is no longer acceptable
I am free of the shadows
Lurking behind the veil
My soul is free
Garbage of the past
Forward to future
I have not changed
My first attempt at this poetry form sponsored by (Jane : Ghazal Challenge) failed in following the rules. Updating the poem to try to follow the rules as closely as possible. Updated the translation to Assamese also.
This post is in response to Poetry Challenge sponsored by Jane Dougherty. This is my first attempt for this poetry form. I also decided to translate my first attempt of this poetry form to my mother tongue, Assamese, a major Indian language spoken by the people from the northeastern Indian state of Assam.
Opened my eyes to dawn’s beautiful streaming light,
Memories of the first mesmerizing dawn, today breaks my heart.
So many things we said on that morning long forgotten
Words that remained unspoken, today breaks my heart.
Many miles we walked that day at the crack of dawn
Steps that were not taken, today breaks my heart.
So much we planned on that beautiful dawn
What we forgot to plan, today breaks my heart.
Laughter and songs filled our life that blissful dawn
Without you silent is the dawn, today breaks my heart.
প্ৰভাতী সুৰযৰ ৰাঙলী কিৰণত মেলিলো নয়ন দুটি
তোমাৰ লগত প্ৰথম প্ৰভাতৰ স্মৃতি, অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি
কত কথা কৈছিলো দুৰ অতীতৰ সেই প্ৰভাতত
যি কথা নহল কোৱা তাকে ভাবি অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি
কত দুৰ বাট বুলিছিলো অতীতৰ সেই দোকমোকালিত
যি পথ নহল লোৱা তাকে ভাবি অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি
কত পৰিকল্পনা ভৱিষ্যতৰ সেই সুমধুৰ প্ৰভাতত
যি কথা নহল ভাবা তাকে ভাবি অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি
সেই সুন্দৰ প্ৰভাতৰ হাঁহি আৰু গানে ভৰা জীৱনৰ স্মৃতি
আজি নিৰ্জন পুৱা নাইকিয়া তুমি, অন্তৰ দু:খিত অতি
All the mothers in the world, I salute thee
Carry future of the world for nine months free
Some turn out fine and alright
Others are a lifelong fight
Are fathers to just have fun and make merry
This post is in response to LimerickChallengeWeek19 hosted by Mind and Life Matters
What are we doing here
Without a cause
Consuming not producing
Spending not earning
Squandering not providing
Killing not creating
Straining the resources
Leaving the world barren
For the future, or
Just hanging around
Mid morning moon
On the sky
Why bother what is past? Look forward and keep rowing your boat till the call comes for you.
Keep Rowing Your Boat
(Image from fyneboatkits.co.uk)
Keep rowing your boat
Till the time comes
To drop anchor
At the port of last call.
Till then, enjoy the journey.
Past is gone,
Why look back?
Cherish what you have,
Enjoy the moment.
Why feel sorry
For what you don’t have?
Share the joy,
And you will get back.
What lies behind the bend
of the river of life,
Rejoice, tomorrow is another day.
Wishing all my readers a very happy, joyous, peaceful and prosperous New Year 2016