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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. 
“Hear!
the Clock Tower touts her hour”
Yet, again, PJ, you bring us back to the “hour,” this time to “hush” and “hear” her hour. Is our hour “hear” or “here?” Will we know our hour by what we see or what we “hush” and “hear?” Or will we only know our hour by faith? Will it be “seen in flesh and blood” or only seen and known in Spirit? Maybe I should ask “the little girl Blue” instead of my dog named Blue. 😉 Your poem is beautiful and I love when a poem calls upon my physical senses in words as you use, e.g., “hush” and “hear,” because this reminds me of my spiritual senses that may not be afforded “hush” and “hear.” I may only know my hour has come when I can no longer “hush” and “hear” but only know it has come by my Spirit.
“Then Jesus told him, ‘Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed’” (John 20:29). Blessed are those who have not “hush” and “hear” for they know Him by faith.
“for we walk by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7)
And I also know that I will not know my hour has come by my words I desire to utter, unfortunately, for my words will fail me at the time of my hour….and His!
Love and beautiful blessings for this beautiful poem,
Timothy (Mr. T)
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You elevate the meaning and textures of each of my works with your succinct reception and I am so grateful to you for doing that.
Thank you so much.
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