Among the Murky Waters...

...I'm in a rocket ship,

I see the lighthouse cliff.

But the murky waters, i trip

Stars a distance and no light switch.

So I glide. Rest. Glide. Rest. Glide.

Check, the light not a distance more

than before I could climb up.

And the doors not too far.

But murky waters upon the rocks.

Slippery sight, yet no light.

Crack to my head and the light seems ajar.

Murky waters not so far.

Cool breeze, yet heavily I breathe.

The anxiousness of anticipation is

an anomaly; ambivalently

I advance towards my ambitions.

Climb even further, and crack

open the lock.

The lighthouse now within my palms.

My retina might diffuse light waves.

Too much intensity due to the proximity

of the light thats hittin' me - closed eyed and blinded.

A spark within me lights.

And blindly i run towards

the source of my kite.

No strings attached, full throttle

I sprint, eyes closed, only to

open the cellar door

and the source no more.

No boats can search for signals anymore.

So they crash in murky waters as i laugh.

A staff in my hand, I feel as a warlock;

locked with the source.

A New Grave

Bright days come by ever so often in winter. Today the glistening sun was masked by the despair of the dark clouds. It isn’t very much to ask for, just one sunny day amidst the splinters in the eyes and skin. No it isn’t much to ask for amidst the decaying maple trees. And finally in laying his Maplewood furniture, “ Is it too much to ask for? Really, can you do anything right? I have asked you so many times, I mean once, twice, now this shit! Are you fucking serious? No really, how can this happen? After I explained it not once but three God damn times! OMDFG! Just leave me be.”

The imperious and vociferous reply, “ Fine then, just be!” Then a modest yet domineering, unfair yet logical concord came through, “But you have to be somewhere else, I am not the one with the problem.”........

PS: OMDFG - oh my damn fkin GOD

to be continuied.

get outta hear!

self sufficient emotions

a notion that ill never need to see.

but perception's is a bitch.

So i guiltily perceive.

Am I wrong for starting something against your beliefs.

And not denying that i still continue to breathe

the same path, same tar and the same mist?

If I am wrong, then i am wrong.

I know my actions don't fit your justice system.

But you are not authority,

a guide to mere maturity.

I realize now, that i should listen, and not speak,

but i can't help to say many things look bleak.

as i steer into the night, the moon looks bright.

I hope you can see the fullness, not just a clouds passing by.

yep!!!

okk...on my last blog i was kinda pissed of about the situation about my country. You might call me a patriot. And the reply to that is YEP!!!!!..... On a different note....I was Monty Python and the Life of Brian. Brian is in the People's Front of Judea PFJ-(revolutionaries against the romans) and he is about to get crucified when his girlfriend goes to the PFJ for help. They just got done boosting their confidence by " we should just take action....im tired of just sitting around....yea!!!...we need to just go out there and show emm.....yea!!!!!!" and the girl comes in....."lets go!!!!! he needs our help!!!!" PFJ members, " lets think about this,"......about an hr later (exageration) they get up andbid farewell to their living comrade!!!!

You might think what am i talking about........But its just so hypocritical of people to talk and not do anything about it. And when they do anything about it...its too late!!!! And i am one of these ppl.....just look at me...talking about all this stuff....and doing nothing about it.....i know right now i cant do anything about it...but i havent really tried to do anything about it...so....yea....yep....and to end this peice.......

*niyatam kuru karma tvam

karma jyayo hy akarmanah
sarira-yatrapi ca te
na prasiddhyed akarmanah

"Perform your prescribed duty, for doing so is better than not working. One cannot even maintain one’s physical body without work." *

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *http://www.bhagavad-gita.us/articles/542/1/Bhagavad-Gita-38/Page1.html

Glimpse of feces

hmm...what should i write about....problems...comments..concerns...i have no idea. I guess this is what the English teaching society calls Free Writing!!! Yea...Im Indian!!! 100 percent baby!!!

India is the most democratic country in theowrld!!! Our constitution is democratic. The people have the power to elect officials to represent them so the official can take postive actions regrading their concerns!!!...I only have on concern for my contry...well my small comminty(Basti) ...theres a road that goes from Kisna Bhagauti to Civil Line which I visted after 8 years....i still felt the bump, the ditches the unpatched wounds of the road. Its been crying for so long; even when my dad was 15 years old ( he's now in his 40s). I hope my voted official can do something about this road that the childern walk to school on. I hope my voted represntive can do something about the electricity problem that puts darkness into the brightest nights. I hope that my voted MP and Mukhiya can end the plagued spitting in the hosipital that's over-crowded with local and struglling people. I hope my voted CM can do somehting about the over crowded trains filled with 6 year olds working as beggers instead of working as students. I hope my voted Prime Minister can deliver an end to the interstate and intrastate studity called war that goes on each state. I hope my voted brother can do something about his concerns. I hope that my elected mother can feed her babies and not feed her carnal desires!!!!!!...i guess i have too much hope.

My name is,
Chakravarti Bharat.

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* there might be some grammatical and spelling errors....dont mind them...:D

* There is reasonable explanation for the absurd title - alot my concerns are in a time that is complete bullshit!!!!!

its like...why r ppl arrogant,

hat constitutes the attitude

that disrespects. Its like, not aggressive,

but reactive. You can be aggressive in peacful way, but no....

always resort to violoence...i understand

Failiur 101...tightly based on a true story

Ch 2.....

twas a 12 days before Christmas. Twas 18 days before a new year began. New resolutions to make, new habits to adopt old ones to crumble. The new year is such a awesome time. People party, get wasted, spend time with family and friends. Me I was reading Elementary statistics. Then i heard my moms voice, " Guy, wake up! Whenever you see him, always sleeping or on his damn gadgets!!! Least u can do is study once in a while...mahhhh!!!" I have no clue what she was talking about. was I not was reading Mr. Mean Deans book.what did she mean 'gadgets'? alright, neither was i Jimmy Neutron who could make almost anything out of almost anything nor was i Richie Rich..boy Gazillionaire. And im sure im not inspector gadget!! Although itll be pretty cool to be inspector gadget. I just dont want Brain following me around. I think i can take of myself. Dont need a a 10 year old lil girl stalking me! But once again, i digress.

Oh wait, her words were like a needle to my bubble, POP!! My eyes opened and the was laptop was just lapping in front of me. U really dont wanna know what was on the screen. Thats just another way of saying i dont want u, the reader, to know what i was doing on the computer ;). anyways....I dilated my dropping eye lids. Stupid Gravity!!! i wonder if our eye lids drop if there was no gravity. Think about....if there was no gravity.....we wouldnt have to do work against the gravity to keep our eyes open. thus our muscles for making the eyelids would be awake. Now im sure there is something in that hypothesis that im missing for sure...the missing link!!!!!! ohhh ahhhhh.....the X FACTOR!!!!! OMG.....idk..BUt enough of the off-tangency.

Failiur 101...tightly based on true story

Ch 1 - Class Dismissed.

Twas a merry time before Christmas. i thought of the 3 weeks of pure partying and and no work as I arranged the books in the library - lets not get into my 'Job'. $7.25 per hour for working. But here employment = warming the chair, surfing the web, and aimlessly wondering around the the room full of books. there was gratuitous amounts of knowledge here , of course not for me. but i digress.

Then Mr. Mean Dean walked into the room and said "im goin to lock this room from the outside. Ohh, Guy, before i forget there is an internship at College University in biostatistics. they pay you in gold and give a palace to live during the summer. at the end you'll gain substantial knowledge and get to keep the 20% of the palace goods." Now, i had a lot of respect for Mr.Mean Dean, except this was the Godfather putting a gun to my forehead and subconsciously commanding, "u'll go to the CU." But to his wife, 'I'll make him an offer he cant refuse." He has a point; for a pauper like myself, gold coins worth 3 zeros before the decimal is an offer i will not refuse.

So, I got my mind set up; CU here i come. Statistics get ready to be owned. Bags were packed, room was set, dorm key returned, Friends goodbye, and family here i come.