Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

  The Modern Monster   At times, I become scared; I find my shadow a ghost; Modernity has indeed dared Too much due to its boast.   I fail to recognise The face in the mirror; I fail to patronise Myself, full of horror.   Wherever I put my glance, I find all things banal; Lunacy seems to dance, Throwing muck from the canal.   Life’s become full of decay; In fact, it’s growing on and on; Nights seem brighter than a day; All morality has gone, aye, gone.   Whenever I become nostalgic, The rugged reality hurts even more; I do feel, find life tragic And become wounded and full of gore.   The wind has been full, too full, Full of venom everywhere; The social greyhounds drool, yes, drool; Peace becomes too much rare.   Ethics have departed long ago; And we applaud sometimes! How? This life is a truly tragic show That is going on so well now.   How can we become so devoid? T...

A few words before we go through the poem called ‘Numbness’: Let us all open our discussion with the legendary proverb that “Cowards die many times before their deaths…” Likewise, in this world of decay, disgrace and degeneration , we all are supposedly living our death. That is to say, our corporal bodies are alive, but our within has been slaughtered long ago. Well, who did so? Yes, we did it on our own. Thanks to our great conscience and civilised intelligence , we all are alive, or should we say, we are living and loving our death? Well, we have no option, for sure. Hence, we are bound to live and love our death. We all made it on our own. The consequences are, therefore, supposed to be endured by us alone then. Day by day, we are getting infected with more and more numbness in all respects . We reap what we sow, right? The poem—‘Numbness’ My heart felt so numb That I had to die, I had to, Before death, becoming dumb, In a trance to seek what’s true.   Everyt...