But Oh No, not so soon, not so soon dear! I ain‘t one to close The doors of my luscious senses; they’re my repose, Harbinger of delights, winds of desires, that take flights. Taste, touch, smell, hearing, and my sights Playfully virginal, sinful, errant, but still beautiful Gaiety, indulgence,... Sign in to see full entry.
The finest appeal of Shakespeare’s play Hamlet, lies in its universality; the magnetic power with which the playwright succeeds in gravitating the audience to relate and identify themselves at once with the realities -- both serious and humorous -- of life in general. And this genius of his is in... Sign in to see full entry.
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy... Sign in to see full entry.
Just as a solitary blemish ruins the brightest garment, so can one slip in character not be compensated by whatever remains of it. Here is a story from the Hindu mythology, Ramayana which proves the point beautifully. There is more to Ravana, the demon king than his role as Rama’s (the reincarnation... Sign in to see full entry.
The latest scientific findings corroborate that the perception of our existence in the universe is only a case of our bewildered consciousness. We are unable to grasp the reality of our existence beyond one life only.‘NO’, they say: there is a vast world beyond, even after we die. The beyond is an... Sign in to see full entry.
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Lord Krishna expounds the essential nature of the Soul in the third chapter of the Bhagavad-Gita, in its as-it-isness to His protegee, His human instrument and protagonist, Arjuna. The Soul is never-born, never-dead – eternal, inexhaustible, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent et cetera. The death... Sign in to see full entry.
Shakespeare’s Othello, written (1603), is the tragedy of sexual jealousy. The play opens with Iago’s manipulative duplicity at a street in Venice at night. A Venetian army ensign, Iago is bitter that Cassio, his junior be promoted over him to the position of a Lieutenant. Iago complains to Roderigo... Sign in to see full entry.
Antony and Cleopatra (1606) is one of Shakespeare’s great historical tragic love stories, but the impression left us at the close of the play can scarcely be called purely tragic. This is because the feeling of reconciliation, which mingles with the obviously tragic, is here exceptionally... Sign in to see full entry.
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction; An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribands to flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous... Sign in to see full entry.