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I launch myself, with a searing, soaring passion for all domains verging on the writerly and creative with a beginner's appetite here and that's how I believe in adding meaning to each day. A lucky mascot of literature, cinema and culture, I come riding on spirited wings from the emblematic city of Lucknow where all those reside and thrive. My breeding ground and my mindscape all are committed to these three life forces. Cinema. Culture. Literature. But the biggest and all consuming parent to these is life that breeds them . There is the discovery that comes from expressing yourself, clear eyed and even mystical, when you come from a city like this. I am here to expand my worldviews, share my earliest inspirations and evolutions and go with the flow through the most accessible outlet there is : writing. Conventionally, my biography is that of a degree holder in English literature encompassing Undergraduate, Postgraduate and M Phil years and every possible experience of learning finer points of knowledge . I have already taken the plunge of creating a solid base for my works by publishing my poems and articles on the renowned worldwide community/ writing sanctuary Wattpad since 2015, a platform which is a miracle for anyone pursuing so much as a flash of wordplay and thoughts to spare. It has redefined my life and allows me to go strong. You can read my works there under the username MadMenWearingFedora / Prithvijeet. That is the springboard that catapulted me to a confident vocational revival. So here I am. Both originality and novelty are the key words to define this eternal student of life. So with the tip of the pen blessing my head and a new vigor, I welcome you all to my realm. AN AWADH BOY'S PANORAMA beckons.
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An Awadh Boy's Panorama : tracing words on these filigreed, discerning fingertips. 
Hey PC:
Your two poems, COLLAGE and GOODBYE, AUTEUR, are extraordinary. I guess all writers should write how they write, but I do read your poetry and have to ask myself, “Am I REALLY a writer?” I need to accept that I write uniquely and other writers write uniquely and that this uniqueness of voice gives each writer their own special flare.
“The Promised Land.” The Bible refers to this as when the Israelites finally made it out of Egypt through the Parting of the Red Sea. Some think of The New Promised Land as when the Garden of Eve will be restored as it was in the beginning before Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating that apple the serpent tricked them with. (The serpent said, “For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves.) [Genesis 3:5-7].
But what about creating The Promised Land here on earth? Is your poem, COLLAGE, talking about this? And what would The Promised Land on earth even look like?
Bellies protruded out,
A lithograph in blood
Below the waist,
Fatal consummation.
Could we even create The Promised Land on earth if we are solely in the flesh, as your poem refers to in the above passages, and NOT in the Spirit? The Promised Land on earth for me would be quite simple: There would be no pain and suffering of any of God’s Creatures, humans and nonhuman animals, and all would live in peace. Talk about The Promised Land, right? But can pain and suffering end so that all would live in peace be possible if we are solely living out of our flesh, i.e., ego, selfish desires, selfish wants? Won’t it call for the Highest of Highs as far as Spirit Work? Putting aside our differences and coming together in God’s Love? Seeing all God’s Creatures as the same, on an equal playing field, no one better or worse than another, all worthy of love, compassion and mercy? Is The Promised Land on earth possible by any other way?
Your poem, GOODBYE, AUTEUR, is a great homage to the Indian painter, Maqbool Fida Hussain. I have to say as a painter myself, I’ve never heard of this painter, though I’m excited to learn more. My favorite painters are Edvard Munch, Vincent Van Gogh, and Franz Marc. Like Hussain, all of these painters worked in strong colors, strong images, and strong emotional reactions to those who bore witness to their art. Like most artists, they were all “robbed in the final act.”
I hope we don’t get robbed in the final act of our writing journey to bring light from darkness, healing from deep emotional pain, and joy from despair. Can’t wait to catch your entire show, PC, before that final act. :)))
Love and blessings,
Timothy (Mr. T)
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Thank you so much for your invaluable and bottomless store of support and encouragement.
Your interpretation only adds more value to my words. May we remain blessed and create melodies manifold.
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Again, congratulations and best wishes on publication!
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Thank you so much.
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