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Youth

Posted: June 18, 2016 in Uncategorized
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Youth is not a time of life, it is state of mind. It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is freshness of the deep springs of life.

Youth means temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty more than in a boy of twenty.

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old only deserting their ideals. Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair – these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn growing spirit back to dust.

Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the sweet amazement at the starts and the star-like things and thought; the undaunted challenge of events; the unfailing childlike appetite for what next; and the joy of the game of life.

You are as young as your faith; as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence,as old as your fear; as young as your hope; as old as your despair.

In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station, so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage, grandeur and power from earth, from men and from the infinite – so long are you young.

When the wires are all down and the central place of your heart is covered with the snow of pessimism and the ice of cynicism; then are you grown old indeed and may God have mercy on your soul.

Poetry to an ordinary person is just the expression of thoughts but to a literary person poetry is the drops of blood from heart which are expressed through pen on paper in the shape of verses. It has same words as in prose but in different sequence in order to become impressive, direct and meaningful.

Poetry gives relief both to the poet and to the readers. When heart is hurt, blood starts bleeding and in this condition the pen of poet can give relief to him while writing impressive and innocent thoughts. The burden of heart is released by exposing it to others. The readers get pleasure when they read the verses filled to their atmosphere and environment. If the thoughts of poet coincide with the views of readers, they will become happy and joyful. This is why a sad person will like to listen woeful songs while a happy person will try to hear sweet and cheerful melodies. But the impression of sad poetry is greater than that of pleasant poetry. Poetry, thus, is considered the means of relief and rest.

Poets are the most sensitive people of the world. They observe the universe with attention and have, thus, impressions on mind. Then they give a new sequence to these impressions of worldly things with the health of natural-gifted powers of imagination. These impressions when expressed on papers, get the form of poetry.

Poetry is considered of high standard if a delicate idea is expressed in beautiful and appropriate words. The theme of poetry is like the body of human being while the beautiful words are like its garments.

To sum up, poetry though, is the way of expressing thoughts but these thoughts are of high value having the power to give relief to the poet and to the readers. These thoughts when come from mind, have the pain of bleeding heart.

VACUUM

Posted: October 3, 2015 in Uncategorized
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Ah fill the vacuum,

You dancing spirit.

He hesitate not,

Break the shell.

Let the tide not reside

sail to me,

Strike against the shore;

fear not the collision,

a voluptuous embrace,

resolves the tension

Fill the vacuum!

You dancing spirit.

Raise the storm,

Show power,

remove the sand;

trace the Unity,

an eternal bless.

Defeat the time,

reach the clime.

Earth blames.

Heaven’s claim.

Life fades,

a false shape

Leave! Leave!

You dancing spirit!

Pierce the soul,

Fulfil the claim