The Effulgence Within

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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Two Thousand and Sixteen . . . Any different?

In 1919, the British auxiliaries along with the notorious Black and Tans, committed severe atrocities on the Irish nationalists, prompting the Irish playwright and poet William Butler Yeats, to write a poem with the same title, Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen. Taking his examples of destructive... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 18, 2016

Beware of Postures Alluring

D uped was I, a victim of deceit the ersatz The handiwork of an impoverished soul; I knew him Hurt came to offer his sympathies But I sent him away with a polite Thank You. Some relations are best kept in abeyance Others, fit to be kept in the stables, tethered How is it that they end so soon Even... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 16, 2016

Explorations into the Nature of God

I have held an abiding love for the metaphorical Aristotelian imagery of God, compared to that of a beautiful woman. 'God', says Aristotle, 'moves the world as a beloved would move her lover'. It is a she that moves... (Is it only men that move around?), I really don't know. But that women are... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 10, 2016

A Wedding Gift for Eliza

Born in London in 1552, Edmund Spenser had a short span of life of forty-six years. The most classical of his works was the epic poem Faerie Queene, due to which he was greatly admired by Alfred Lord Tennyson, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Wordsworth, Lord Byron, among others. The poem,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 4, 2016

Slurred Diction, My Addiction.

Surprisingly, I won a prize for an idiotic poem - 'Extempore', at IIT, Chicago. Here it is. The topic was "Complain and I'll never let you." Well, that was aeons back Man's drink Woman's poison One swig, just one please please. please, please... Then I'll not, promise, Never Lemme live today, just... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 26, 2016

In the Lands of Solitude

Many of the English hymnodist William Cowper’s poems are a mental record of his mood swings of severe depression. He yearned that his torrid love affair with his first cousin Theodora be culminated in marriage. It could not, because of his father’s strong opposition to an unsociable alliance. This... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Or, What's a Heaven For?

It is the evening twilight of a hot and humid day, the sun is setting and the atmosphere, stifling. Andrea, the son of a sartor (dress-maker) and a brilliant painter is sitting in his studio at Fiesole, a small town near Florence, with his worldly-minded wife and model. Lucrezia has for long... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Shackled

Unable to write anything new, here's a redoing of... you know what... Kings, monarchs, my dear even emperors all feel distanced, divorced from fear know not they are bound in unseen captivity! Exceptional conjurers they, the mystics, who have conquered their selves. Masters of their minds, Desires... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 12, 2016

Mourn not my Love ... Adieu!

Just as the dying breath of a good man is silent and imperceptible, so should no violent sorrow show the world how much they loved; thus John Donne wishes in his poem A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, one of his finest of metaphysical poetries. The mysterious indefinable love for his beloved,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

Sweetie my Joy that Dreams Destroy

Engrossed as I was, deep in my flippant cacophony Turning out images, one after 'nother, nary a funny Busy braining my wit stormy, while sculpting elite Thoughts of (untold) sketchy Hellenic delight Descending the flight of stairs was my sweetie, Her name, I must tell you sagacious readers, is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Embarking on a journey in spiritual quest is fraught with the dangers of doubt, tension and anxiety, disbeliefs, misgivings, and a whole lot of uncertainties. Still, it is that one most integral aspect of life that humankind can rarely ignore or do without. Scientific minds are at loggerheads with what constitute religious truths; likewise, there are close-minded believers that give no credence to scientific facts. What I intend and invite you to discuss here is an intelligent amalgamation of the two seemingly diabolically opposite understandings: whether there exists an interrelationship that can help man to evolve and bloom like the perennial lily?

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