Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem "Cosmic Lessons" in a nutshell The cosmic creation is an automation of order, the cosmic order. If we look at Nature carefully, we can come to learn so many lessons, for sure. Each and everything is happening in an order, in the cosmic order, that gives us a lesson, the cosmic lesson. As and when we cling to or we do pursue our positive passions, we feel a joy that is of creative kind. Without pausing, without ceasing, we should nurture, we should garner our passion to fructify it into reality. People will always be there to taunt and instigate us, but we need to stay persistent to feel the jolly joy and to succeed in life. The poem—“Cosmic Lessons” The snow-capped mountains, The murmuring fountains, The golden dazzle, The hard hazel, The fluttering birds, The returning herds – All tell me one thing, “You do have to cling To your positive passion, Though others create instigation, For the world’s in a flow, Ju

The poem-- "A Prayer for the Fellow Citizens" O our lenient loving Lord, Save my fellow citizens around the world. We are all in dire distress; Please no more stay silent; The death toll has caused Bereavement to so many. It has snatched so many lives From this world forever. Every now and every then, Pure panic pangs us most. Save my fellow citizens of the world. We pray to You, Lord, We beg of You, God. The dead are dead, But the living are still living. Please save my fellow citizens of the world. We know we are sinners; We know we are corrupt; We know we are vicious; We know You are there To forgive us all, Lord. Please touch us with Your heavenly hand. To You, we come; Before You, we do stand. We are distressed. Will You still not turn Your face to us for the sake of The protection of all fellow citizens In the world? Save us all. Yes, You have to. Let a new dawn light, Let a new day come, Let a new era come to l

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 -- "A Walk down the Tunnel" “Darkness does embalm; All things getting calm, Produce an eerie feeling; Can it serve with a healing?” “Aye, aye, sure, sure! Such feelings do us lure, To approach its end.” “Can we reach, my friend? The tunnel’s too long; With the bats’ screeching song, It does sound so strange.” “We can’t fathom its range. The tunnel’s so profound With the sorrowing sound Of a wailing woman at a distance; Hush! You can’t at her glance.” “Is she visible? Is she?” “Take some time for her to see. You’ll know everything; Hence, you have to cling.” “Such a sooty place!” “Don’t disgrace, pal, don’t disgrace.” “Where is she now?” “You’ll know the knowhow.” “I sneeze and cough, sneeze and cough. Whoa! Was that not a female laugh?” “Yes, it is! Yes, it is! Here you’ll find eternal bliss.” “Eternal bliss? What does it mean? You were supposed to guide me clean.” Of c