The Journey Continues… a poem
Trouble, only trouble for my soul I bring knowingly when I let my heart astray and walk along the way which leads nowhere but dilemmas and dismay (which we all know well). For the human I am, I will err.…
Books & Tips for CBSE NET English Literature
So much has changed about the UGC NET Examination. Hold on; the CBSE NET Examination I should say. And recent developments have confirmed that after this November 2017 examination, aspirants will have only one time a year party hosted…
You reach or Love comes? | Poem
"No! I shall never go back! "Never shall I! "I never shall go "to that street again!" Firm was his choice and flawed was his fate. Who could ever rejoice standing on the heaven's gate? Tell me any single…
An Apology for Shakespeare | Review
An Apology for Shakespeare is a beautiful collection of poetry by an experienced Indian poet from Kerala, S A Joseph. This collection of poetry, as the author has put it, is a defence of poetry in the language of poetry…
My Insignificance – a poem
The Sun rises every morning in the east but not for me alone! Gods have vanished from the earth long long ago - far from mankind but not just because of me they're gone! Scholars are born and so…
My Poetic Angst! | A Poem
I wonder why I wander when I have my vision in front of me - smiling! Though, I do fear if my angst is her glory, tacitly for she speaks lesser. Should I then go back to my respite…
Classical Dilemma | A Poem
Should I? Shouldn't I? The sand falls. Pendulum swings with passing seconds. Lo! I lose; but should I submit my inability to make the move? Should I wait for the sands to fall? Or should I respond to the…
Never Seek to Tell thy Love | William Blake | Analysis
Well, gone are the days I used to bother about assignments during my college days. Still, once again, it's Too Little Too Much! I have an invisible assignment to complete and I will complete it enthusiastically. Most of you, who…
She looks into the mirror – a poem
She bends to see what rubbed her bare foot and picks the petal of that broken rose. She walks close to that mirror and observes her 'another' self. She blushes as touches her lips, cheeks and nose. She looks…
Sweet Caprice: A poem
And then one day, after years of solitude and wounds, I exchanged smiles, thoughts and those emotions which stay behind the worldly attire - clandestine. Did I meet my shadow? So familiar to me but not a part of…