Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

It’s been a long while that I haven’t posted any writing. However, today I’ve shared one of my poems with you all. War and Peace is a poem that I penned a few days ago. In this regard, it is supposed to be noted that as long as human civilisation is in the being, we cannot escape from oscillating like a pendulum all day and all night. However, love for mankind can be an effective antidote, I suppose. The poem— War and Peace Sometimes, I do opine To secure, to establish my rights; Peace is an eglantine , Advising to cease the age-old fights. We all become a pensive pendulum Between human rights and pure peace ; This dilemma must, must be overcome; We must, we need, we’ll obtain bliss. In the era of such decadence , We need to claim our rights ; Still, bereft of over-confidence, We can cease our prolonged fights. We do, we do need an antidote; What can it be then? What? Let’s not become a stupid scapegoat ; We must try none to hurt. As long as we all do exist...

  A few words The word ‘deception’ is about to be too clichéd very soon. We speak a lot about being betrayed , being deceived, being cheated , being lied to , being duped , and so on and so forth. It feels as if ‘ impostors ’ are about to be rewarded because of being nominated by our feeble selves every now and then. Yes, surely, this world nowadays has become full of negativity. Still, the burning question is still in being: “Who can deceive us unless we take that into account?” People can try to deceive us, for sure. It is the order of the day as well. Still, why should we permit ourselves to be deceived? That is probably the greatest deception ever found. It is easy to blame someone else; it is comfortable to pass the buck , isn’t it? Well, the fundamental problem lies in ourselves, in our within. Who can deceive us if we stay strong and stout both from inside and outside? Nevertheless, we cannot possibly deny that it is our brutal selves that deceive us actually. Why? This is...