The Effulgence Within

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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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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Which is better: A Romantic Suicide or a Suicidal Romance?

Today I wish to give my take on Gustave Flaubert’s famous controversial novel, Madame Bovary. It struck me as an ingenuous work of art with a seminal depiction of the reality of the mid-nineteenth century French cultural mores and ethics. Published in 1857, after the novel was acquitted by the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 7, 2016

Creating Faith with the Material of Doubt

The French philosopher René Descartes' search for an oasis of faith through the desert of doubt began with Cogito, ergo sum. I think therefore I am. "My very doubt proves my existence". Otherwise who will be the doubter? Doubt, in itself cannot exist. And so skepticism leads to one certainty. I am.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 5, 2016

The other Dimension of Love (a repeat, say, almost)

I am a fan of the metaphysical poets --- --- and was absolutely delighted to find ecstasy defined in one of John Donne’s poem by the same title. It is, he explains, the realization through a temporary disassociation of the soul from the body and what all happens thereafter that ecstasy descends. The... 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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