Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

A few words As we see, ‘life’ is a four-letter word, a short word, for sure. No matter what the circumstances are, we, most of the time, fail to control our lives. Broadly speaking, there are certain things in the world, over which we have no control, no control at all. We fall victims to our crises. We raise a hue and cry, thinking then wondering, “How can this be possible? How did it happen? Such things were not meant to be so at all. How did everything slip off our hands?” Well, the truth is that we can never have complete control over anything permanently. In other words, we cannot control; we have to be controlled instead. Hence, the more we come to learn the fact, the better. Sometimes, it is quite natural to ponder on, “How can we cherish our freedom when we are under control?” None of us can be completely ‘free’ in the literal sense. However, that does not mean that we have to fit in the frame made by someone else. What we need to do is to get rid of our colonised mind. Why d

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 thought behind the poem “Short Life” Human life is extremely short, for sure. A moment that is lost is lost forever. Hence, why do we engage ourselves in vain feuds that scar our precious lives? The problem is at the very root of our minds. Instead of trying to keep up the good relationships with one another, we clamour for “It’s mine”. The very fact that we are too selfish and possessive should not be overlooked in this context. In the vain fights against one another, we scarcely care for the fact that time flies away in the twinkling of an eye. Time is time that never cares for anyone at all. Hence, we must make the most out of time. This life is ours. Therefore, the choice is ours too how we should live like. Should we live like a hypocrite? Or should we live in the right track of virtue? The decision is ours completely. Human relationships is such a lovely aspect that we must never look down upon. So, let us all live life up to the last dregs. The poem -- &quo

The poem "Life's Treasure"  in a nutshell This poem contains one question and one answer to that same question. The question has been asked in this way: "Where do I find / Life's hidden treasure?" So, here the word 'treasure' never does refer to some wealth and gems. It rather refers to the essence of life, the very philosophy of life itself. The person to whom the question has been asked has not been mentioned. Is the person a saint? Or is He God Himself? However, the answer is not clearly given. Still, if we delve deep, we can easily find out the answer. The answer lies purely in the couple of words "mingled measure". These two words can be traced back to the poem Kubla Khan  by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. "Mingled measure" refers to the equal share of life here. That is to say, we all shall get equal weal and woe, equal joy and sorrow and so on and so forth. The poem -- "Life's Treasure&qu

Keywords Try, heart, soul, heart and soul, obtain, success, destiny, betray, laugh, cruel, unjust, practice, hard, indeed, life, exactly, tough, pull, pull on, tears, advantage, own, rhythm, stop, never, always, harder, better, past, deed, order, gain, fortune, give up, poem, persistence, burn, midnight, oil, toil, day, success, full, mess, injustice, in spite, cry, people, trust, succeed, bleed, Fortune's, club, substance Substance of the poem Even though I try heart and soul to obtain success, destiny betrays me by laughing a cruel laugh. It seems to be unjust, though I practise hard indeed. Life is not meant to be exactly as we think of it. Sometimes, it feels hard and tough to pull on. When we are in tears, people sometimes take advantage of it. However, life goes on in its own rhythm, that is, we must never stop, we should always try harder to better our past deeds in order to gain fortune. We must not give up at all. The poem - &qu

The keywords to the entire poem Newborn, babe, girdle, colony, ant, bird, wood, cage, wooden, prison, prisoner, Bastille, human, life, snare, ensnare, great, number, poem, life, hurdle, path, never, laden, silk, blossom, endeavor, indeed, attain, ambrosia The poem in a nutshell Human life is indeed a race, a long marathon race. It is decorated with lots of hurdles. Just like a little newborn baby encircled with a colony of ants, just like an innocent bird trapped in a cage, just like a prisoner in the Bastille, we are also trapped in the web of falsehood. Life is not a pathway full of silk. It is not full of roses. It is rather full of thorns that make us bleed every now and then. We need to overcome all the hurdles to obtain life's true essence. Yes, this life is nothing but a hurdle. The poem - "Life, A Hurdle" Like a newborn babe Girdled by A colony of ants, Like a bird in A wooden cag

The keywords to the entire poem Poem, life, drudging, journey, stumbling, blocks, fumbling, rocks, stumble, fumble, snake, press, brake, fall, fall down, bumper, hole, pamper, as a whole, walk on, rain, storm, deaf, dumb, fall, stand up, dogs, bark, jerk, foxes, howl, wind, growl, move on The poem in a nutshell Yes, human life is a strenuous, excruciating journey. The road is full of blocks, rocks, snakes, bumpers, holes, barking dogs, howling foxes etc. Still, we need to enjoy the journey and make the most out of it. What we need to do is to stay positive and confident to achieve our goal. Yes, we must gain success in such a manner. We sometimes need to stay stoical but should never give up at any obstacle in life. The poem - "Life, A Drudging Journey" Stumbling blocks; Fumbling rocks; Yonder’s a snake; Press the brake; Else fall down, Else fall down. There’s a bumper; There’s a hole; Li

The poem -- "The Essence of Life" The azure canopy hung from above Whispers into our ears of Divine Love. How is it that all birds feel free,  When we, the humans, try to flee?  What is wrong, what is right,  Can't be gained when we fight;  If we learn from each trifle,  None can ever do us baffle,  For none is born perfect;  We all function like an insect,  As vile grips us in its fire,  Rendering us with ill desire. If we wish, we may learn;  From each naive thing, we may earn Wisdom rather than mere knowledge;  Without making a quest for privilege,  O Lord, can't we have divine wings?  One gains success when one clings To one's principle and aim. With the birds, let's be the same,  And one, and identical,  But never detrimental. We were born, we will die;  One day in dust we will lie. What is mortal, what is not?  One day all'll be brought to naught. Over-usage of eternity's to