Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

  There must be light; There ought to be shade; Amidst life’s every fight, We’re hurt with life’s blade.   We fall into the ditch of despair; Still, this life goes on and on; Weal and woe is nothing rare; There must be shower and the sun.   It’s too tough to become a stoic; We oscillate like a pendulum; A daredevil is not heroic; A timid has to pay every sum.   There must be loss; There ought to be gain; Still, trust not in gloss; Else, it might always rain.   Being made of flesh and blood, We endeavour to defy destiny; It can bring drought, can bring flood; Fortune rules his tyranny.   We, sometimes, get too weary; We, sometimes, give up hope; Well, life must be dreary; We must learn how to cope.   Who can foretell our future? We need to become calm; This society is a vulture; This life feels too humdrum.   How to add some variety? We need some spices, for sure; There is sa...

It’s been a long while that I haven’t posted any writing. However, today I’ve shared one of my poems with you all. War and Peace is a poem that I penned a few days ago. In this regard, it is supposed to be noted that as long as human civilisation is in the being, we cannot escape from oscillating like a pendulum all day and all night. However, love for mankind can be an effective antidote , I suppose. The poem— War and Peace Sometimes, I do opine To secure, to establish my rights; Peace is an eglantine , Advising to cease the age-old fights. We all become a pensive pendulum Between human rights and pure peace ; This dilemma must, must be overcome; We must, we need, we’ll obtain bliss . In the era of such decadence , We need to claim our rights ; Still, bereft of over-confidence, We can cease our prolonged fights. We do, we do need an antidote; What can it be then? What? Let’s not become a stupid scapegoat ; We must try none to hurt. As long as we all do exi...

A few words So long I had been distressful, so long I had been disobedient, and so long I had been blind to realise what maternal love means. Incidentally, I came to perceive her selfless love, affection and sacrifices. How could I remain so ignorant of that my first and best teacher in life is none other than my mom?   The poem—‘ The Best Teacher ’ Just as the new sunbeams dawn The hemisphere, you, too, Mom, Grow greenery on my heart’s lawn, Fill me up with new freedom.   My first, my best teacher ever, Lesson me how to endure; Life’s wintry nights make me shiver; Your love of bliss does ensure.   When I’m in peril, great peril, You are there to cover my fears; Your affection lets me stay still, Wiping my eyes too full of tears.   With your counsels so pure and true, I find my abode in your lap; You are ageless, always so new; You shelter me at times of mishap.   Though I lose temper at times, I recall what you always say, “Can you hark the bell that chimes? ...

  I got crashed; I became crashed; There must be some reason; I endured when I was lashed; Still, all slandered me of treason .   I get flown by the Pilot, Who, too, succumbed with me; Tooth and nail he had fought, But who won was destiny .   It’s a world that’s too strange, Of course, in the negative way; Slaughter is beyond my range; I can’t even think of it any day.   Sometimes, I become free, Free to have a vivid voice; None can escape from destiny That snatches our each rejoice.   None ever thank me for my aid, When they approach their destination; In dire disgrace I am laid; Well, there’s no procrastination.   I lost my all; I lost my life; I failed to land on London ; Humanity’s too full of strife; All, all become too undone.   How could I save them all? I, too, had to die in the crash; I took off; then I did fall; Then occurred the brutal lash.   It’s too easy to blame o...

  A Few Words It’s an uncanny world . The more we do care for the others, the more care they will desire. This goes on. We try to meet the expectations. However, one very day, we might find out the saturation point when we must, when we ought to be dawned. Nothing remains the same. The turning tables bring weal and woe . As soon as we understand it, the better we can be able to enjoy our life. Yes, this world is uncanny to the utmost. Hence, we should never think of any reciprocation. Instead, we all must keep it in mind that we came here alone; likewise, we all must live on our own; finally, we all will have to step out of this world without anybody’s care as well. However, the essential point is that if you try to help a person or care for him or her, never think to be reciprocated, because this world is full of darkness in spite of the day-lamp in the sky, and the moon and the stars at night. Hence, we can illuminate our own world with our tireless efforts to make the world ...

  This world is too, too full of illusion . Well, it is too easy when we say so, but it is actually too much tough for any of us to admit it from the very core of our within. Days go by, years roll away; still, we cannot get respite from such snares here; we fall in love with these instead. However, the sooner we come to learn the truth, the better. Nevertheless, we all are humans, made of flesh and blood. Hence, although it sounds so smart, we actually become even unsmarter than we used to be before. It does pain a lot. The poem—‘The Tolling Knell’   No more shall I irritate; I promise you this; This world does asphyxiate ; That world’s full of bliss .   It’s time for me, it’s time for me To be off, to be off; That world does, does beckon me; No more, please, be in sob.   Bid me farewell, bid me farewell; Bid adieu in smile; Tolls my knell, hark, there tolls my knell , Bereft of any guile.   I’m done with my role; It’s time f...