Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem in a nutshell At the outset, I would like to draw your attention to An Introduction by Kamala Das. Just recall a little portion of the opening lines, please. So, the point is that we all face hypocrisy of democracy in many respects. In this regard, I would also request you to look into the actual scenario of this world. Broadly speaking, had we not been so corrupt, this world would have become a better place for living with a better tomorrow. However, unfortunately, the scenario is just the opposite. We are all facing Corona and Amphan. But can we deny that the problem lies at the deep root of our humanity? The poem --  "The Leaders" No right to speak the truth; No scope for fighting for sooth. In the name of democracy, They are running autocracy. Just as "flies are to wanton boys", Are we sported with by the leaders-- They make us dance like Puppets, petty pure puppets. The keywor

The poem in a nutshell The poem "The Cyclone" tells us about a natural disaster. This poem was actually composed at the very night of Amphan. Everything was becoming topsy-turvy due to the monstrous jaws of the cyclone called 'Amphan'. Such a cyclone is fearsome indeed. It instills fear in everyone'e mind. The wind was howling everywhere as if the very Doom's Day was in the offing. the open windows rattled as if they were about to get smashed down. The doors were continuously banging. They created a terrible sound altogether. It was as if an epical battle between the cyclone and the human beings, between Nature's utmost rage and the living creatures on this earth. The cyclone asphyxiated all and sundry from the very core of their hearts. It was a spine-chilling experience indeed. The poem-- "The Cyclone" Such a cyclone Instills great fear; The gust being blown; O hear! O hear! He

The Poem--The Cyclonic Night It's my maiden experience Of an apocalyptic cyclone. The doors here and there Rattle again and again; The trees get uprooted; It is pouring like the world Is about to face that day, The very Day of Judgement. The ruffled wind swells the sea, As if a tsunami is in the offing. The sky bursting down crying Takes a fearsome look. By God, for the first time ever, Nature seems, the mother looks So treasonous indeed to her core. We unleashed our tyranny before; Now as if it's her turn to ricochet. Truly, this cyclone has taught me The other aspect, the other side of Our Nature-- so fierce, so uncaring, So malign, so malevolent, and So malignant, as if she never knew Anything called 'mercy' -- that turns My soul pale in fear, grey in tears. The stereotypical ideas are getting Challenged all in the twinkling of An eye. The roaring cyclone as if Is trying to engulf this world. Ev

The poem in a nutshell This poem advocates the virtue of human persistence. Unless and until we know how to hold on, we can never gain success in life. Yes, we have to go through many tumultuous phases in life, but that does never means that we will never find good days in life. 'Marah' is a biblical term; so is 'Elim'. We come across these two names of places in the Book of Exodus in the Old Testament. So, just as 'Marah' stands for bitterness or unhappy moments or hardships in life, 'Elim' represents sweetness, happiness or success in one's life. We need to hold on to behold the Elim after the Marah. For example, after this lockdown, after the cessation of COVID-19, we all will definitely behold a bright new day. That day is yet to come. We have to wait till such time. Yes, patience is bitter but its fruits are sweet. The poem --"Hold On" Hold on, hold on! After such a Marah Will come an

The thought behind the short poem “Eternal Bliss” In a rainy twilight, the sky was completely full of hues of the setting sun, say, yellow, orange, red, purple, violet and so on and so forth. It was a blissful experience. Right then, a shower began pouring all over city. Every drop of shower appeared to be golden in tint. It felt as if they were nothing but golden “honeydew” falling from the sky. The term “honeydew” appears in the last few lines of the poem Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. However, if we try indeed to find natural beauty for enjoying to our hearts’ content, Nature never does feel husbandry to satisfy our thirst. Nature loves us truly. We are the disobedient children. If we love her back, just imagine, how much blessed we all will become. There is beauty everywhere. We need to grab them with our thirsty eyes. If we feel the thirst indeed, Nature is there, for sure, to quench our hunger, to quench our thirst eternally. The p

The thought behind the short poem “Phoenix” A phoenix is a mythical bird that is symbolic of immortality, imperishability, and indestructibility and so on and so forth. It burns itself down into ashes, and then, it rises again from the hot ashes to start a new life of its own. Let us now consider this symbolic image in the perspective of the haiku. We know that there are so many people in our society, who, every now and then, try to dominate us, overpower us, and burn us down. No matter what they do to us, we have to stay stoical indeed. We need to vow to ourselves that we will rise again from the hot ashes, because every finish line is nothing but the beginning of a new race. Thence, like a phoenix which suggests all the positive vibes of life, we need to build up our mettle with lots of energy and stability. We must never feel disheartened. We need to keep ourselves firm and unshakeable that we cannot be broken from within at all. The poem -- "Phoenix

The poem in a nutshell It was a sunny day. In course of time, the sun was about to go down in the crimson western horizon. The speaker persona in the poem climbed up the roof of a concrete apartment. At a distance within view, he / she beheld the city at a glance. It was a kind of short cityscape. However, it appeared just like a concrete jungle suffused with murky multiplexes only. We do not find any touch of green in the entire city roughly. All we can view is nothing but a host of concrete apartments functioning like the trees in a dense forest. Hence, this poem has been named 'Concrete Jungle'. However, there is still a silver lining in the entire murky scenario. The returning crows, the purple streaks in the western horizon give a sort of oxygen to the citizens. The little children have no playground for sporting. All they can do is play on the roofs. The poem -- "Concrete Jungle" A concrete jungle i