Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem “Gemstone” in a nutshell The poem “Gemstone” is a pattern poem. As and when a gemstone is along with us, we never do require anything else, for sure. It safeguards us from all kinds of problems, difficulties and troubles. This poem is an earnest endeavour to portray human love as a gemstone not only through the theme but also through the pattern of the poem. Without a safeguarding gemstone, we have no protection or safety at all. Similarly, without love, life is not life at all. Life seems to be a bunch of sapless foliages indeed. Therefore, whoever we are, wherever we are, we should always try to keep our gemstone or our love intact. No matter what happens in our lives, we should not lose the love from our within. The poem-- "Gemstone" -- a pattern poem You are my gemstone; I do never require to atone. You are my safety touchstone; Hence, I need nothing to be known. When you are indeed not here, Everything seems to scatter, For you’re my strength; I

  Amanda, the Artist Since her early childhood, Amanda was brought up listening to the songs of Jackson. In fact, she became a great fan of the legendary artist in course of time. Every time she listened to his voice, she used to speak to herself silently, “Oh, God! I wish I too had such a sweet voice. I wish I too could become a good artist like him.” Thus, she kept on dreaming. Time rolled away. She is now a girl of nineteen years of age. However, her dream did never get rolled away along with the passage of time. The only difference between the past and the present is that now she has become a passionate singer with rigorous practice and with heartfelt love for music. In the meantime, the sudden obituary of Jackson turned her pale. After all, he was the one and only role model in her life. She became so disheartened that she broke down from time to time, sometimes in silence, sometimes before others. However, her passion for music was pure indeed. She never gave up singing, fo

The poem "Two in One" in a nutshell The theme of love is a perennial one. In this poem, the speaker persona has compared the beloved to an umbrella. The four-letter word “love” can be interpreted in a number of ways. One of them has been expressed in the following poem. Indeed, human love is precious, even more precious than gold. What is more, nowadays, in this materialistic world, people are getting prone to treachery and violence. Love comes more naturally to us than hatred. Actually, scorn is infused into us by the social order, or should we say, the social anarchy in the name of social order. This poem can be looked upon as a holy bond between a mother and a child, a father and a daughter, a lover and a beloved, God and His devotee and so on and so forth. The pattern has been given to make the symbol more vivid. Hope, you enjoy it.   The poem—“Two in One”—A Pattern Poem   O, O, my precious, sweet love, You are my umbrella, my love; You are an angel sent f

The thought behind the poem In the essay “Of Studies” by Francis Bacon, we come to discern an amazing statement: “Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man”. I had gone through this statement a number of years ago. However, it became engraved in my heart forever. Since then, it resonates in my soul till date. Days went by, and I learnt it with my life by applying the lesson in reality. Yes, every action, for sure, has a definite, equal and opposite reaction. Good action produces good reaction and bad action gives bad fruit. That is why life has been depicted as a boomerang in the tiny poem below. I hope that you all enjoy this ordinary writing named “Life, a Boomerang”. Life, a Boomerang The more you write, The more ‘exact’ you will be; The more you fight, The more challenged you will be. The more you criticise, The more disgraced you will be; The more you optimise, The more esteemed you will be. Whatever we do o

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 thought behind the little poem “Aspect” It is a universal truth that life’s taste depends on our way of tasting it. That is to say, each and everything relies upon our way of looking at it. If we think positive, we will find positive events in our life. Again, if we think negative, we will come to face the negative effects. Let us remember the fact that “Character is destiny”. But does that mean that there will not be a single unhappy day in our life? Of course, “without contraries is no progression”, of course, we have to face both “triumph and disaster” and we need to “treat those two impostors just the same”. Broadly speaking, we should try to drain out the positive aspect from the negative and painful events too. If we be mournful, it will give us pain alone. However, if we be optimistic, we can derive lessons from such like events. “Leaven” represents evil, but “Manna” is symbolic of ambrosia. Now the question is—“Can’t we derive at least a little joy

The poem “The Necromancer” in a nutshell This poem is nothing but the solo speech of a necromancer who practises black magic to the utmost. As a result, he/she ushers in the dead from the hell or the evil spirits from the infernal valley. With the magic chants or with the incantation, he sings with the dead spirits. This poem throws light on the dark side of the character of a necromancer. The black magician is indeed dreadful by nature. He / She is boastful also. Broadly speaking, such boast is the cause of his psychic fall which is implied in the poem. The poem— “The Necromancer” I can usher in them. I can usher! Why? Because I’m such a nice necromancer. I chant, I utter incantation; The rest does need no mention. I live on them, I sing; To such magic I do always cling. I can usher and make them blush; I command them; they work; plus They try to entertain. My magic don’t disdain. I can turn any life pale; I can raise any