Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

Objective of writing a haiku A haiku is a poem of three lines. The first line contains five syllables; the second line comprises seven syllables and the third or the final line is composed of five syllables again. We need to make our point clear within this short canvas. So, I thought it must be challenging to attempt writing a haiku. Haiku hails from Japanese origin. Within this brief limit, we need to complete expressing our entire thoughts and emotions in a compact manner. I personally believe that it is more difficult to write a haiku than to write any other poem. However, most of my haikus gained recognition on PoemHunter.com. Actually, I have included all those haikus here in my blog as well so that a wide variety of readers may get the pleasure to read a few simple haikus. Broadly speaking, it is plentiful pleasure on my part in writing a haiku in a challenging way. I hope that you enjoy this haiku which has been written below. The ...

The poem in a nutshell Like all other things, loneliness, too, nurtures both positive and negative aspects. It depends on how we look at it. It can be our super best friend. At the same time, it can be our worst foe. It is up to us how it will function in our lives. Does it give you light or darkness? Does it give me innocent fears or experience out of tears? Everything solely relies upon our way of beholding it. If we have a transparent and clear mind, everything will revert to us in the same manner as well. The poem -- "Loneliness" Loneliness, my only comrade, Provides both bright and dark shade. While “the bliss of solitude” Gifts me manifold magnitude, Sometimes, the enormous ennui Produces an aura, too shy, Too humble to come out; I sometimes cannot but shout, Because of the pensive pain, Because of too little to gain. Let it go on; Let it go on; Let me extract the lonesome light, To glow in future extra-bright. ...

The thought behind the poem “In front of the Sea” The sea with his roar created a candid commotion inside my heavy heart. I could not but get mingled with the rhythm of the roaring melody of the endless sea. It suddenly reminded me of the fact of Coleridge’s notion that the rhythm of Nature gets identified with the vibration of the human soul. All this was inevitable to me. They were enjoyable also. This poem tries to maintain that the identification of human soul with Nature repetitively makes us recall that we are not alienated from Nature; we are rather very much in Nature. If we love Nature, she will never betray us. Broadly speaking, she is our mother who is merciful as well as malignant. That is to say, when we disobey our Mother Nature, she punishes us with her claws. They might seem treasonous to us, but they are actually not so. They are actually nothing but our very punishments that we all indeed deserve most of the times. The poem -- ...

The poem -- "A Walk down the Tunnel" “Darkness does embalm; All things getting calm, Produce an eerie feeling; Can it serve with a healing?” “Aye, aye, sure, sure! Such feelings do us lure, To approach its end.” “Can we reach, my friend? The tunnel’s too long; With the bats’ screeching song, It does sound so strange.” “We can’t fathom its range. The tunnel’s so profound With the sorrowing sound Of a wailing woman at a distance; Hush! You can’t at her glance.” “Is she visible? Is she?” “Take some time for her to see. You’ll know everything; Hence, you have to cling.” “Such a sooty place!” “Don’t disgrace, pal, don’t disgrace.” “Where is she now?” “You’ll know the knowhow.” “I sneeze and cough, sneeze and cough. Whoa! Was that not a female laugh?” “Yes, it is! Yes, it is! Here you’ll find eternal bliss.” “Eternal bliss? What does it mean? You were supposed to guide me clean.” Of c...

                    The poem in a nutshell This modern society is nothing but like a cobweb itself. We are ensnared in the web of lies, in the web of ill deeds, and in the web of vices and so on and so forth. The stagnation, the social stagnation is almost like a gigantic spider coming closer and closer to us day by day to engulf our everything. Life becomes monotonous indeed. There is no essence of life nowadays. However, we can make it through with our philanthropy, with our honest desire and with our good deeds. The poem -- "In the Cobweb" We’re caught in a cobweb; The gigantic spider Slouches towards us To engulf us forever. It’s a stagnant state Of human humdrum society, Where the ill-treaters Come forward to hammer us down. The keywords to the entire poem Poem, cobweb, caught in a cobweb, gigantic spider, slouches, engulf, stagnant state, human humdrum society, ill-treaters...

The poem in a nutshell Everything depends on how we look at it. Death, too, can be taken positively, as and when we can accept it positively. Our aspect or our outlook to life makes all things possible or impossible. We have to take all things with positivism and we need to accept things. Acceptance is the key to liberty actually. Hence, when we take all things optimistically, everything can be likewise. We must not overlook death's purity. Yes, it may be fearsome, but it can never lose its charm still. Then alone we will be able to enjoy life to the fullest. In William Blake's observation, "Without contraries is no progression." The poem -- "Death's Charm" Death can never harm; He too has his charm; I might feel morose; I may have sorrows; Still, they’re just mine; Hence, I do incline To receive such; Bearing magical touch, They light me up, With true joy’s club. The keywords to the entire poem...

The poem in a nutshell Corona or COVID-19 is indeed a monstrous creature to all and sundry. It snatches lives in the twinkling of an eye. Like a monster, it stretches out its tongue here and there. No matter whether one is brave or fearful of the virus, it might spare none. So, we have to stay extra-cautious. Let us all keep in mind that prevention is better than cure. Let us all battle together. The poem -- "The Ogre" Corona’s tantalising tongue Has been spreading so long. Nobody does the ogre spare; No matter if I fear or dare, It will me ensnare. The sun soon will go down; Corona’s ready to frown, With his jeopardising jaws; We all are full of flaws; Lo! He outstretches his claws. The keywords to the entire poem Poem, ogre, Corona's tantalising tongue, spreading so long, ogre spare, fear or dare, ensnare, the sun, go down, ready to frown, jeopardising jaws, full of flaws, outstretches claws The keywor...