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 "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-- "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 ...