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Between Nature and Belief: Illusion, Decay, and the Human Condition
Humanity has long attempted to explain natural and mystical phenomenons via various belief systems, be it science or mythology. Mushrooms, in particular, occupy an uneasy position within literature and folklore. Across Romantic poetry, modern literature and philosophy, mushrooms emerge as the bridge between humanity’s relationship with reality and illusion. This grey area prompted me to…
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Labyrinth
I wrote this poem to explore cycles of faith, decay, and capitalism through the intertwined imagery of fungi and myth, reflecting on how belief systems can entrap as much as they sustain. Walpurgis night, and rings of fire,Saints never found the witch’s grot;Crooked, consumed, circular choir,Not barren bares, but cravats on corpse.—Yet they didn’t dance…
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‘Minds aren’t free; they only think they are’: A holistic interpretation of Dead Poets Society.
When I first watched Dead Poets Society on a monotonous November evening, I remember feeling so moved that I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days on end. I remember wishing for an alternative ending, resonating with many motifs, and bringing it up in every conversation. But most of all, I remember feeling called to…
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Is there hope?
Mithali was only eight months old when she got diagnosed with Thalassaemia major. Hailing from a remote town in India, she often had to commute staggering hours for her treatment. As part of her treatment, Mithali had to undergo regular blood transfusions every two-three weeks. This had become an interminable routine for her, and such…
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The reality of Indian Block Prints
“But that’s it. Work keeps going on.” This is the mantra of over 20,000 people who contribute to India’s woodblock printing industry and are dependant on it. The most revered place for block printing in India is the Jaipur region of Rajasthan, a place renowned for preserving old traditions. Introduced by the Chippa community in…
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Homecoming
On the heath, Where witches seek A plan so detrimental; You stand tall, Above them all, Smirking through the scandals. This gash is insurmountable. This night is unmoored. This tribulation is cavernous. The avalanches are in motion capture, A colossal catastrophe and hearts fractured. In every vein, runs your blood In every tear, runs your…
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Harbinger of vacancy
O harbinger of creation, What’s the secret to such sumptuousness? You’re the querencia to every thing that lives The reverence for you stays untouched You’re as iridescent as two mirrors Placed garishly facing each other; Your luminosity puts to shame the stars, And their crescent moon. All of these sheens are evanescent, The day will…
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Label
The label continued to stayUnless confronted with a triumph Which was a rare caseI call this a pile of nothingnessFor these labels don’t originate fromA stamp on a piece of paperThese labels are the willow warblerThey don’t stay at one place,Nor do they ever seem to fade away. These labels are faster than the wind…
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Peripeteia
You’re the calm before the storm, And the calamity it has caused You’re the fire weepingTears of coalAnd the inferno swallowing Lands of hoax You come in form of rain, I entrap the petrichorYou come in form of pain, I wail to feel you more
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Dreamy fancy
A few words, I speak.I stutter, I stammerand there on the battleground,I wait for someone to come and stab me. I reach the edge,And then I slumpInto a river that floods the townYou don’t understand, the water is neck-deep.I’m begging for mercy on God’s feet.Now only guiltNow only remorseAnd repeating tapes from the combatMy mother…
The Barbaric Yawp 