Poems and Poets

Hey everyone, I'm back for another Saturday Snapshot! My mini-series on Russia has ended (At least for now), so I have some pictures of a short trip we took to Jaipur a few years ago. I'm linking up at Melinda's blog for Saturday Snapshot this week. Inside a fort Hotel Courtyard Have any of you been to Jaipur? Maybe somewhere else in India? Let me know in the comments below!

Hey guys! I'm back with my last few pictures of our family trip to Meghalaya this summer! Don't worry though- I have some more exciting pictures to share with you from other trips we've taken over the years. I'm linking up with Melinda @ WMMR to share these pictures with you guys! Nohkalikai Falls- Cherrapunji View from hotel room Seven sister falls- Cherrapuji Have any of you visited Meghalaya? Perhaps you've visited another similar state in India? Let me know in the comments below and have a great weekend!

Last week, I shared some pictures of our family trip to Meghalaya this summer. Today, I'll be sharing some more pictures of our trip, this time of some natural formations around the state. In case you hadn't figured this out already, I'm participating in Saturday Snapshot, hosted by Melinda @ West Metro Mommy Reads. A bridge made out of living roots near Mawlynnong village A cave in Mawsynram, the second wettest place on Earth A Shiv Ling inside the cave Hope you guys enjoy all your weekends! Leave a link to your blogs, and I'll be sure to come check them out.

Hey guys! This week I'll be linking up with Melinda @ Westmetro Mommy Reads to share some pictures of our summer trip to Meghalaya this year. Meghalaya is a state in North-East India. These are some pictures we took on the drive up to Shillong. Have any of you ever been to Meghalaya- or anywhere else in India? Let me know in the comments below! Hope you guys all have a great week!

No room for brown, The soil is deep red, Bright and dull at once, Like blood of the Earth The blood covered, With the widest array of  Greens you could imagine No room for smog, The skies are barely visible, Through the shifting clouds, Comfortable in their abode The clouds separating Into wisps, thin as sticks Flit into man's abode As though it is their own -Poem Fanatic

Hey everyone! Now if you're a regular here at Poems and Poets- you'll know that every Saturday I post a Saturday Snapshot*. You'll also have guessed that in between holiday mini-series, I often have a post about a short trip my family took. Well this is one of those posts. Today I'll be showing you some pictures from a family trip to a hill-station in India, called Kasauli. *Saturday Snapshot is hosted by westmetromommyreads.com

In quite a few posts in January this year, I apologized for a delay in responding to comments as I had been travelling for a few days. I had in fact, taken a few days off from school to attend the Jaipur Literature Fest with my mother.  The Jaipur Literature Festival is a festival where authors and writers from around the world come together to read, discuss, debate and introduce their works and ideas. As you might have guessed, it is held in Jaipur, India, although recently JLF has branched out to Boulder and Melbourne.  Today, I'll be discussing with you one of the discussions I attended, titled "The Page is Mightier than the Screen". Moderated by Chandrahas Choudhary, the discussion featured Richard Flanagan, Allan Hollinghurst , Neil Jordan and David Hare . All screenwriters and fiction authors of note, their literary knowledge shone through their witty remarks and questions.  I am definitely for this statement. However, this does not mean that I don't like ...

Hey Guys! It's time for another Saturday Snapshot*! Last Week, I got to attend a wedding in Kolkatta (India), and participate in all the traditional customs. One of those customs involves applying Mehndi, or Henna to all the girls hands. This week, I'm sharing some pictures of the ceremony with you. *This meme is hosted by westmetromommyreads.com  Applying the Mehndi

Publication Date: January 1st 2009 Genre: Historical Fiction My Goodreads Rating: 4/5 Source:  Own Copy Hello everyone! Today, I'm going to be reviewing "Raiders from the North" by Alex Rutherford. It is the first book in her "Empire of the Moghul" series, and revolves around the life of the first Mughal emperor, Babur.  Babur became king of Ferghana at the young age of 12, following the death of his father. From the moment of his coronation till his last few breaths, Babur's life was one of danger, ambition, courage and war. He lost control of his lands several times, but came back to build an empire in India ( that was previously known as Hindustan).  The book takes us through the long journeys that Babur undertook as a child, and shows us his growth from a King to an Emperor, and from a warrior to a leader.  Rutherford tells her tale as a narrative from the third person point-of-view, and creates fictional characters along the way. Most of the...

Hey Everyone, it's time for another snapshot*! I've shared with you all of the pictures from my trip to Singapore, so today I'll be sharing pictures from a trip I took to Shimla in the winter of  2014. Shimla is the capital of a North Indian State, and it can be quite cold!  Enjoy your weekend. *This meme is hosted by westmetromommyreads.com Overview of the city

 The narrative poem" The Hero" was written by Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore. Set in a young boy's imaginations this narrative has all the necessary elements and is rich in imagery. The characters, plot, setting, theme, climax and idea are all very clearly outlined.  The setting of the poem falls within the boy's imagination. It is described to have 'spiky grass' and a 'narrow broken path'. It is also mentioned that the country is 'strange and dangerous'. The rurality of the setting is further accentuated when Tagore talks of the 'cattle' and 'wide fields'.

Hello! For this post I will be exploring another poem written by Sarojini Naidu, called "Coromandel Fishers". This poem can be taken as an allegory, for although it speaks to fishermen, it's metaphoric value speaks to the nation, and can be considered a wakening call for the people of our country. When I wrote about "In the Bazaars of Hyderabad", I mentioned that Sarojini Naidu was one of our freedom fighters, and believed greatly in the Swadeshi movement. Naidu reflects her passion for India in this poem.

The Frog and The Nightingale is a narrative poem written by Indian author/poet, Vikram Seth. Written as both an allegory and a fable, Seth has personified the characters to an extent that allows readers to understand his theme, without making the literal poem very deep.   This poem discusses common human experiences. Written as a fable, the moral message deals with self- confidence and trust. Seth's main theme discuses the exploitation of the gullible by the crafty. This is- unfortunately- something we must all be cautious of today. Exploitation occurs around us every day. Seth delivers his message through an allegory. It  is a message for the readers to derive, rather than one to be fed to us.

" In the Bazaars of Hyderabad" is an English poem, written by Indian independence activist and poet, Sarojini Naidu. The poem was originally published in 1902 from London, in Naidu's book of poetry "The Bird of Time".    Written in five stanzas, not only does the poem describe the exuberant ambiance of a traditional Hyderabadi bazaar, it also encourages the Swadeshi movement. This was a  movement that played a huge role in the fight for India's independence. "Swadeshi" allowed Indians to buy products made and sold in India, rather than those made in India, then exported back to the country. This helped reduce the amount of money being collected by the British.

 The poem has been titled " I cannot remember my mother". It attracted me for some reason, for I thought that surely, a poem couldn't be completely empty. There had to be some form of nostalgia, or memory in a poem about no remembrance.  I realized after reading it, that I was right. In fact, the poem's title can be considered an oxymoron. However, the extent to which this poem is nostalgic, the amount of tiny details in this poem, wow. But I don't suppose Tagore was a Literature Nobel Laureate for nothing. This poem has sensitized its audience to the poet's colossal loss, though the poet ,it seems,has made no effort to do so. There is nothing superfluous about his writing, and the poem seems like a true expression of his love for his mother. It talks about how his mother managed to leave her presence on everything before she passed away, and how those little memories of his,form an incomplete memory of his mother.