Poetic and Prosaic Writeups

  A few words before we read the poem How do we treat Nature? We sometimes wonder why we are treated harshly by her, don't we? Well, the fact is that we are paid back in the same coin. What's unfair in this regard? If we can repay one another roughly and such impact affects the state of our Mother Nature also, what's wrong if she pays us back? Truly, everything depends on our outlook, on our expression, on our activity and everything as such. Yes, Nature is, she indeed is our mother who is not only merciful but also malignant sometimes for the sake of disciplining us all. The poem 'Awesome Nature' For the first time ever It feels so scary; These waves make me shiver; A fear of dreams dreary… Rolling ripples make me wonder; The sun as if bows down; Candy floss and the squander Add gems to her godly gown. Mom did tell me before, “It feels so exciting.” It balms all my sore, But sometimes devastating. The roar of the rigorous ripple Draws me back and for...

  A few words Have you ever wondered how beautiful Nature is? Have you ever felt from your within that her sound reverberates within us as well? We may try by all means to stay away from her, but we cannot overlook that she is actually within us also. How can we deny that each one of us is a particle of hers? We are not torn away from her at all; we are her fruits instead. Just come out of your room, just keep quiet and stretch your arms to embrace her. You can evidently feel something about her. You can certainly get lost in her unadulterated and timeless beauty. She uses no cosmetics, no makeups, nothing as such; still, we can guarantee that her beauty did, does and will do excel all of ours always. No matter who you are, no matter what you do, no matter how wealthy you are, just come out and get to know that you can never, never be as happy as that, as and when you take an expedition by closing your eyes and feeling every rhythm of Nature. You may have lots of gold, you may ha...

  A few words The word ‘deception’ is about to be too clichéd very soon. We speak a lot about being betrayed, being deceived, being cheated, being lied to, being duped, and so on and so forth. It feels as if ‘impostors’ are about to be rewarded because of being nominated by our feeble selves every now and then. Yes, surely, this world nowadays has become full of negativity. Still, the burning question is still in being: “Who can deceive us unless we take that into account?” People can try to deceive us, for sure. It is the order of the day as well. Still, why should we permit ourselves to be deceived? That is probably the greatest deception ever found. It is easy to blame someone else; it is comfortable to pass the buck, isn’t it? Well, the fundamental problem lies in ourselves, in our within. Who can deceive us if we stay strong and stout both from inside and outside? Nevertheless, we cannot possibly deny that it is our brutal selves that deceive us actually. Why? This is so bec...

  A few words about the poem Bleed to Succeed It is easy, very easy to say, but it is that much hard to do. We do judge others, we do criticise them and we hurl fiery, sometimes obscene comments to all save ourselves. Yes, it is extremely easy to question, but it is that much difficult and challenging to answer. Sometimes, when we, in a sense of derogation, ask someone a question, thinking that we would be the kings and the queens by trying to belittle the addressee, we must get sure that it takes a lot of guts on the part of the answerer, and apart from that, as and when we get the unexpected response from that person whom we wanted to demean, we can’t stay sane anymore. That is to say, right then, we, as if, console ourselves with the stupidest solace of being ‘lucky’ and ‘unlucky’. What does hinder us then to accept the fact that success needs a lot of hard work? The following poem tries to give the fundamental idea of the way to success. The poem—“Bleed to Succeed” The way ...

  A few words about the poem The Best Moment There have been a lot of talks and a lot of endeavours to attain perfection throughout all the ages. Yes, we all do have the right to think as we can and to work as we please. Of course, that is our personal choice that varies from person to person. Still, it must be noted that human beings made of flesh and blood lacks the quality of perfection. Surely, the notion of ‘perfection’ is an illusion in the strictest sense of the term. Wait! There’s nothing as such that we have to become so disheartened or so demotivated about. Instead, let’s accept all our imperfections. The sooner we realise the fact, the better, and the better our minds get acclimatised, the harder we learn to work. In the course of the process, we can become smarter. However, there is no need to think that we are about to go in vain. Actually, we all are imperfect, yet ‘perfect’ in our own way. The following poem is written in this penchant. I hope that you’ll enj...

  A Few Words about Pristine Forever Just like a burning candle, a mother sacrifices her everything for the sake of her child. Regardless of how hurt she feels whenever someone amongst the people or amongst the mob criticizes her, she is tireless in loving her child unconditionally, she is even stronger than before to protect her kid. She lights up the world of her offspring anew every day; she holds the child in her lap with warmth, with affection and with protection. A mother’s love is the most powerful force in this world; it is the elixir, it is the panacea to all kinds of diseases. She is the shield to her children; she stands like a protective mountain. No matter what happens, no matter how her life goes on eroding as and when her kid goes astray, she is there to bring them back to the right track of virtue even at the cost of her life. She is pristine; she is untainted; she is nobler than the noblest forever. She has no time to look at herself, for she loves her kids. She ...

  A Few Words Sometimes, I wonder, well, we all wonder how heartless we have been, how heartless we still are to our Mother Nature, our comforter, our benefactor and our angel. How is it that we, the so-called humans, become such ingrates? We all must keep it in mind that one day, sooner or later, the tables are supposed to turn. We can no more complain because it is we who are responsible for the consequences. How can we think, why do we wonder of being forgiven over and over again? The five-letter word, ‘Sorry’, is too clichéd to be considered by the way. That is to say, we all need to get awakened from our very core. Things cannot go on in the same way. We all have to pay for our misdeeds. Until and unless we rectify ourselves, who will do it, well, why should someone else do it on our behalf? Let us all question ourselves; let us all find out our inner selves; let us all rectify ourselves to find out the answers. It is we who have worsened the entire scenario, and it is we wh...