TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 4 july 2014
Frozen = lifeless, death, colorless, empty.
Swamp = a low lying land seasonally flooded and has woody trees.
Gray = colorless, old, lifeless, decaying.
A small bird = personification of nature.
The uniformly cut pile of wood = symbol of industrialism, charmless and dead uniformity of machine.
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TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 3 july 2014
Apple= the fruit of knowledge, sin, fall of man, temptation, immortality.
Ladder to heaven = Jacob's ladder.
Winter = everything dies in winter. it is a symbol of death....
Night = is the absence of Light or Good, it seems evil and dark. Presence of ignorance.
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The poem starts off with (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 3 july 2014
Wall = symbol of boundary, limitation, lack of freedom, conservativeness
It is in the nature of humans to be possessive and create a personal circle into which they do not want someone else to come and go as they please. They have in their nature a sort of secrecy and definiteness and they like (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 18 june 2014
It had been drizzling from the morning. It is not that I hate it. But drizzle over a long period of time seems too depressing to me. I do not know- but today a dark and gloomy emotion is stirring my heart to no ends. My eyes are wet with tears.
I close my eyes I discover my consciousness afloat in the (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 23 march 2014
The Birthday Party, written by Harold Pinter, is a three act drama about a day full of inconsistent events which mentally break a man, Stanley Webber, down and forcefully taking him away from his abode.
The drama The Birthday Party presents to us an incongruous story that involves a few members of a (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 6 february 2014
There is this bird. The tenants of an apartment across the street have bought it few days back. I cannot clearly see the bird as it is housed on the third floor and my vision is hindered by the height and the protective grates of the veranda.
The bird cries day and night. Although it does not sing (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 27 september 2013
Suddenly, I don't know why, I took notice of the ever revolving fan hanging from the ceiling. It has always been there. But I never looked at it. I have never thought of it before.
It is there. Like the eye of the heaven, it always, is, there. I sleep, I wake, I eat, I do good things, I sin, and (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 24 september 2013
It’s almost 2 o’clock in the morning.
It was still raining. I looked out the window. I could see lights from two or three windows. I couldn’t see the sky because the tall buildings were hindering my vision. From a very small opening in my window I could only see very few things. There was one (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 24 september 2013
Today, after a long time, I feel like writing something- a feeling that everything around me is shrinking, I have nowhere to go, there is nothing left for me in this world, I am too old to even seek silly childish happiness- I have to write about them. Everything has become so colorless to me. Why? Every (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 24 april 2013
Interpretation of Song Of Myself
Section One:
In the first stanza, poet declares his oneness with someone or something. He points out that he is bound to a certain someone or something to atomic level. Whatever he possesses is also equally shared and possessed by that "someone/something."
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