Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem – “In the Age of Sophistication”   O, free me up, free me up – I can no more stay fettered; With the cute avian club, I want the chains to get battered.   Poetry, my only means of communication, Gifts me love and liberty; Society’s full of every instigation; Satan tries to confine me.   The most pathetic music Does sound the most melodious; This life, though tragic, Gifts me my pain, familiar and joyous.   Love comes more naturally than Hate To each one of us, humankind; Why then do we sophisticate Our life that turns us blind?   Don’t you smile in joy? Don’t you weep in pain? Why then hide, my boy? Why do people call us insane?   To bring the true feeling and Act accordingly is sheer honesty; Why do we then reprimand? Why do we lose our modesty?   We belittle people; But why? Why? Why? Does that rumour ripple Our hearts with joy, Or do we have to sigh?   Can sadism bring us true Joy at all, at all,

  The poem “Precious Shelter” in a nutshell   We take shelter when we are in need. To give the shelter to someone in need, one requires possessing a good and sound heart and conscience. Nothing other than human love can give birth to such feelings. We all have love or passion for someone or something. In our melancholy moments, they provide us with glee. This poem is placed at the vantage point of such a deserted soul who seeks shelter and gets it in the loving cottage of his/her love or passion. It may be a love for a person; it may be a love for a particular arena or domain, for say, poetry, fine arts, sports, music, books, and dance and so on and so forth. This poem has been given the pattern of a small hut, a dwelling place or a shelter. That is to say, the place may not be well furnished, but it requires love from the core.   The poem – “Precious Shelter” – a pattern poem     A Love That girds Me like a guard, A love that holds me Tight to break that’s hard,