Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem-- "Love the Life" No more will I make life freeze; I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees. Life is short; it is precious; Life can't stand with things malicious. Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I? Soar with wings up in the sky? Aye, I do love to dream; Like the stars, I don't gleam, But I will shine, shine, for sure; The more will I shine, the more endure. I'll shed no more tears, Banish all my fears, To become purified, No more feel petrified. No more will I let life freeze; I'll enjoy life up to its lowest lees. I may be wrong; I may be right; No more indulge sheer sham fright. There is just one life for living; Don't waste it with flattering craving. Love life more, love it even more; Such love will balm your every sore. The truth will surely come to light; Each thing'll be revealed extra-bright. What we try to hide, May flow free like tide; What we try to bring to light, May

The poem -- "The Flowers" -- in quatrains The flowers like yellow topaz Keep swaying in the breeze; Such integrity Nature has Alone with no pause and cease. Let’s follow the Mother; Let’s gather her integrity; She alone knows forever What’s called chastity. Forget the people; Forget the mob; Garner your ripple; Unleash your sob. Let your sweetest sob Create always something new; Let the malicious mob Know of its vaudeville view. Let them envy, Let them snarl; Let them ill be; Let them criticism hurl. Many things shall take place, But allow you trust self; Mind, they’ll never show grace; They’ll never offer help. Whenever you are creative, More criticisms will arise; Still, you need to stay positive To allow them return with sighs. Learn from the flowers, Leaning yet strong; Open the doors of your bowers, For creating song after song. The keywords to the enti

Objective of writing a haiku A haiku is a poem of three lines. The first line contains five syllables; the second line comprises seven syllables and the third or the final line is composed of five syllables again. We need to make our point clear within this short canvas. So, I thought it must be challenging to attempt writing a haiku. Haiku hails from Japanese origin. Within this brief limit, we need to complete expressing our entire thoughts and emotions in a compact manner. I personally believe that it is more difficult to write a haiku than to write any other poem. However, most of my haikus gained recognition on PoemHunter.com. Actually, I have included all those haikus here in my blog as well so that a wide variety of readers may get the pleasure to read a few simple haikus. Broadly speaking, it is plentiful pleasure on my part in writing a haiku in a challenging way. I hope that you enjoy this haiku which has been written below. The poem

The poem in a nutshell Like all other things, loneliness, too, nurtures both positive and negative aspects. It depends on how we look at it. It can be our super best friend. At the same time, it can be our worst foe. It is up to us how it will function in our lives. Does it give you light or darkness? Does it give me innocent fears or experience out of tears? Everything solely relies upon our way of beholding it. If we have a transparent and clear mind, everything will revert to us in the same manner as well. The poem -- "Loneliness" Loneliness, my only comrade, Provides both bright and dark shade. While “the bliss of solitude” Gifts me manifold magnitude, Sometimes, the enormous ennui Produces an aura, too shy, Too humble to come out; I sometimes cannot but shout, Because of the pensive pain, Because of too little to gain. Let it go on; Let it go on; Let me extract the lonesome light, To glow in future extra-bright.

The thought behind the poem “In front of the Sea” The sea with his roar created a candid commotion inside my heavy heart. I could not but get mingled with the rhythm of the roaring melody of the endless sea. It suddenly reminded me of the fact of Coleridge’s notion that the rhythm of Nature gets identified with the vibration of the human soul. All this was inevitable to me. They were enjoyable also. This poem tries to maintain that the identification of human soul with Nature repetitively makes us recall that we are not alienated from Nature; we are rather very much in Nature. If we love Nature, she will never betray us. Broadly speaking, she is our mother who is merciful as well as malignant. That is to say, when we disobey our Mother Nature, she punishes us with her claws. They might seem treasonous to us, but they are actually not so. They are actually nothing but our very punishments that we all indeed deserve most of the times. The poem -- &q