Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

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

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

The keywords to the entire poem Poem, a trip down memory lane, beheld the sea, greenery, birds, ready to twitter, Basilica, masonry, fused nature and man, ceaseless ripples, regale, purple eve, gloom, mirth prevail, believe, East and West, hand in hand, Goan culture, reprimand, treasure for the future, dangling heads of coconut trees, cordially welcomed, marine breeze, heart-soothing, loving call, depart, picturesque place, memory in my heart, forever and always The poem in a nutshell In this poem, the speaker persona recalls his / her visit to Goa. It is nothing but a reminiscence. The poem -- "A Trip down Memory Lane"                                                                       I beheld the sea, I beheld greenery, When the birds were ready to twitter; The Basilica and its masonry Fused nature and man forever. The ceaseless ripples did regale; So did the purple eve;