Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

  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 so because

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