Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was Bengali polymath who reshaped his region’s literature and music. Author of Gitanjali and its “profoundly sensitive, fresh and beautiful verse”, he became the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. In translation his poetry was viewed as spiritual and mercurial; his seemingly mesmeric personality, flowing hair, and other-worldly dress earned him a prophet-like reputation in the West. His “elegant prose and magical poetry” remain largely unknown outside Bengal.
This lovely poem is all about waiting.
The song I came to sing
remains unsung to this day.
I have spent my days in stringing
and in unstringing my instrument.
The time has not come true,
the words have not been rightly set;
only there is the agony
of wishing in my heart…..
I have not seen his face,
nor have I listened to his voice;
only I have heard his gentle footsteps
from the road before my house…..
But the lamp has not been lit
and I cannot ask him into my house;
I live in the hope of meeting with him;
but this meeting is not yet.
I’m a big fan of the writer Paul Coelho (The Alchemist, Veronika Decides to Die, 11 Minutes, etc). Haven’t got all his books, but have read quite a few. I’ve just finished re-reading “The Alchemist”, digging out Manual of the Warrior Light next to re-read. (Best pop some more on my birthday wish list)
Anyway, he wrote that it only takes 6 words to tell a story. So here are a couple of mine:
- Waiting, always waiting. That’s my problem.
- I have faith & hope, nothing else!
- The past is in the past.
- Nice girls lose out … always!
- Sassy single mum. Proud of it!
- Don’t give up climbing the tree.
- Knock me down, I bounce back!
- I love cuddles and my PJs.
- Life’s a rollercoaster. Enjoy the ride!
- I trust you. Don’t disappoint me.
- I’m thankful and grateful every day.
Your turn 😉
and in my case, I can wait and wait and wait and the darned things never turn up 😉
But it is true. We sit around waiting for a bus and then one turns up (hopefully).
Sometimes to reach our destination we have to change buses as not all of them are a direct route.
Sometimes the bus breaks down!
So what do you do then?
Maybe another bus turns up, whilst you are waiting for your bus to be fixed.
You are not sure if the broken bus really is going in your direction, but the new bus is. So what do you do?
Can you really keep the new bus waiting whilst you decide whether or not the broken bus might change directions?
Or deep down do you know the broken bus is not going anywhere, but you are reluctant to let go, for sentiments sake, because you’ve been on this particular bus for a while.
Changing buses is a big leap of faith!
Buses don’t wait forever though. Sooner or later they will continue their journey with, or without, you.
So do you stay sitting by the roadside next to the broken down bus that’s not going anywhere, or do you climb aboard the new bus and continue your journey to your destination?