Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

The poem in a nutshell This poem has been composed in a trance of recollection. We all are learners throughout our entire life, no matter whoever we are and how old we are. Life itself is nothing but a book. We all are learners as well as teachers. Hence, we should have an obedient heart to learn from all and sundry.   The poem – “The Memory” The azure vernal sky Is now cloud-laden. O hear! The roar of The thunder stirs me up With the sudden memory Of the tête-à-tête Between last evening’s Bus-conductor and me.   I boarded the running bus; He took me up into the vehicle; Right then, the earthen cup Overbrimm’d with tea, Hot tea with sugar Got spilt onto his hand.   “Sorry, Uncle,” I said, “Are you hurt?” He shook his hand. The matter was dropped.   A little while after, He came to me for Taking the fare; I was a bit scared. Then he looked up With a pair of Glistening eyes, and said, “Why do you take such...

The poem – “In the Age of Sophistication”   O, free me up, free me up – I can no more stay fettered; With the cute avian club, I want the chains to get battered.   Poetry, my only means of communication, Gifts me love and liberty; Society’s full of every instigation; Satan tries to confine me.   The most pathetic music Does sound the most melodious; This life, though tragic, Gifts me my pain, familiar and joyous.   Love comes more naturally than Hate To each one of us, humankind; Why then do we sophisticate Our life that turns us blind?   Don’t you smile in joy? Don’t you weep in pain? Why then hide, my boy? Why do people call us insane?   To bring the true feeling and Act accordingly is sheer honesty; Why do we then reprimand? Why do we lose our modesty?   We belittle people; But why? Why? Why? Does that rumour ripple Our hearts with joy, Or do we have to sigh?   Can sadi...

  The poem “Precious Shelter” in a nutshell   We take shelter when we are in need. To give the shelter to someone in need, one requires possessing a good and sound heart and conscience. Nothing other than human love can give birth to such feelings. We all have love or passion for someone or something. In our melancholy moments, they provide us with glee. This poem is placed at the vantage point of such a deserted soul who seeks shelter and gets it in the loving cottage of his/her love or passion. It may be a love for a person; it may be a love for a particular arena or domain, for say, poetry, fine arts, sports, music, books, and dance and so on and so forth. This poem has been given the pattern of a small hut, a dwelling place or a shelter. That is to say, the place may not be well furnished, but it requires love from the core.   The poem – “Precious Shelter” – a pattern poem     A Love That girds Me like a guard, A love that holds me Tigh...

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...

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...