Gharacho Udgaas / Memory of Home – Konkani Poem with English Translation

This poem is based on the immoral atrocities committed against the Konkani Brahmins and Hindus in Goa by the Portuguese Catholic invaders and missionaries. Scroll down for poem. Goa est malheureusement célèbre par son inquisition, également contraire à l’humanité et au commerce. Les moines portugais firent accroire que le peuple adorait le diable, et ce […]

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To Feel or To Act?

Some would argue that poems are meant to be felt. Critical analysis, more often than not, leads to the death of a poem. On the other hand, feeling the poem brings with it a different vibe. What do I mean by ‘feeling’ a poem? Every work of art carries with it not just the artist’s […]

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Exploring Sylvia Plath’s Mindscape through Ted Hughes’s “Red”

(Image Source: http://culture.affinitymagazine.us/sylvia-plath-claims-abuse-by-ted-hughes-in-soon-to-be-published-unseen-letters/) Ted Hughes’s poetry often embodies the raw state of violence in the natural world. Most of his poems revolve around nature and are concerned with the struggle for survival in an animalistic world. For instance in his poem Pike, violence is not thrust upon the reader but is subtly suggested in a […]

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Jim Morrison’s ‘The Ghost Song’ in the Light of Surrealism, Existentialism, Absurdism, and Sigmund Freud

  Image source: (https://jimmorrisonbiography.wordpress.com/jim-and-the-doors-pictures/.)   To step into the world of James Douglas Morrison (Jim Morrison), and attempt a psychoanalytical study of his poetry would mean diving into a dimension defined by lucid images, mostly lewd and obscene but also rich in allusions and description. They provide a visual treat, sometimes psychedelic, sometimes existential and […]

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Dead Leaves

You still remember the scent of crushed leaves basking in the mud, the sun choking out their water. The inviting aroma of dead leaves would anchor itself in the air of a hot, sunny day. It was the time of farewells and goodbyes, tears and nostalgia for a past that could not be undone. At […]

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