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Dead Poets Society

Dead poets society is that movie which gave me an inspiration to start writing poetry, hope it inspires you as well.

As said by Henry David Thoreau

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…”

this is one of the scenes from the the movie

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Cursed Immortality

Maybe being immortal is a curse,

life is supposed to be short.

To see this world as a shortfall verse,

To give and take with a cruel snort.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse.,

To watch loved one die.

Till no one else but you remain.

Not a person to talk to ,nor to spry

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

With weak bones and dimming sight.

Fragile & brittle with an empty purse,

Cracking bones and sick delight.

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Maybe being immortal is a curse,

& maybe the great ones figured it out

& maybe they left a trail to us

To follow it without a doubt.

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They found a way to immortality.

& they still live on , while being dead.

Just a matter of figuring it out.

To lie beside them,

To be immortal then.

Prisoners

This is a place of struggle and fears,
& everyone has those truths and tears.
Here people are crushed by the powerful Soo nice ,
But in the end who wins is rather wise.
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In this place they get poorer or richer,
Hopeless foolish poor, and the Lynching Rich butchers.
But in the end everyone’s to demise,
But most are prisoners of their own device.
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You will fail, everyone does.
The critics are flies, they will buzz
Sooner will you hear you own million cries
But don’t you care, fix your eyes on the prize
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Things will be hard, the hardest stuff.
It it would be easy, you won’t be tough.
And if you fail, just stand up and Revice
And one day, you will, you must rise

Mother

I know I make mistakes,

Hurt you in the heart.

I know I played wrong stakes,

But still

You love me and play your part.

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I know I did wrong,

Played damned lies with peers

But you stood strong.

Still

Wiping off your tears.

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I know you’ll love me

Even in the darkest hours

You’ve been through the hell

I see,

I can see your invisible scars.

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I love you mom.

The Unsent Letter

Do you remember the days?
When I used to wait for you beside the college gate?
For your class to get over?
For the teacher to ring the bell?

You came with your glittering eyes, freshened by a jolly good night sleep.
You came with your shy face, handcrafted from the clay of the Ganges.
You came with your lips, darkened by the shade of a wild red hibiscus petal.
You came with your skin, soften by the moisture of the Meghalayan rain drop.

So where to today? I asked.
Where ever our wish guides us, you replied.

The relation was unselfish,
The love was beautiful like a fairy tale,
The soul-connection strong.

But suddenly all fell apart one day,
As sudden as a lightning strike.
The sunlight got clouded,
Those glazing eyes now felt hazy, full of pain.

Maybe those feelings are now just words of an empty page in a book.
Maybe our togetherness was never to be.
Maybe destiny meant us to be apart.
Maybe it was just a “fantasy”, failed to be a reality.
Maybe you won’t see this one last ode to you.
Maybe this is an unsent letter to you my love, from me.


Ushnish, The Crown…

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Father’s Day.

Fathers are wonderful people
Too little understood,
And we do not sing their praises
As often as we should…
For, somehow, Father seems to be
The man who pays the bills,
While Mother binds up little hurts
And nurses all our ills…

And Father struggles daily
To live up to “HIS IMAGE”
As protector and provider
And “hero or the scrimmage”…

And perhaps that is the reason
We sometimes get the notion,
That Fathers are not subject
To the thing we call emotion,

But if you look inside Dad’s heart,
Where no one else can see
You’ll find he’s sentimental
And as “soft” as he can be…

But he’s so busy every day
In the grueling race of life,
He leaves the sentimental stuff
To his partner and his wife…

But Fathers are just WONDERFUL
In a million different ways,
And they merit loving compliments
And accolade of praise,

For the only reason Dad aspires
To fortune and success
Is to make the family proud of him
And to bring them happiness…

And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,
He’s a guardian and a guide,
Someone that we can count on
To be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.

Happy Father’s day to all fathers out there

Nature’s Wrath

The pain which lies in the God’s reign
The kiss of love in heartbreaking vain
The lashes of terror which turn insane
The callus on feet of nature’s trail

I’ve seen too good this nature’s boon
Now it’s time we suffer it’s deadly vain
We’ve given it enough unjust love
We’ve taken his precious friends

Now it’s time we pay it off
it’s time we go through the similar fate
We choked it with toxins, Soo forth saith

It’s time too choke on similar fate.

Learn Anything Faster

TO LEARN ANYTHING FASTER, JUST REMEMBER “FAST”.

THE F IN FAST STANDS FOR FORGET.

  • If you want to speed up ‘quick brain,’ you must temporarily forget three things.
  • Forget what you already know about the subject. A lot of people don’t learn faster because they feel like they already know the information. But your mind is like a parachute; it only works when it’s open.
  • Forget about anything that’s not urgent and important. You can’t multitask. If your brain is thinking about 4 different things, you’re not fully present – so you won’t learn quickly.
  • Forget your limitations. These are beliefs like your memory isn’t good, or you’re a slow reader, or you don’t have the right education to learn. But if you fight for your limitations, you get to keep them. Your memory isn’t fixed, and it is possible to remember hundreds of words and numbers the way I do onstage.

THE A IN FAST STANDS FOR ACTIVE.

  • In school, we were taught to learn by consuming information quietly. But you don’t learn by being lectured to. You learn by creating information and being active in the process.
  • Learning is NOT a spectator sport.
  • How can you be more active in your learning?
    • Ask questions.
    • Take notes.
  • The more active you are, the more you will learn.

THE S IN FAST STANDS FOR STATE.

  • Your state is a snapshot of your mood – the mood of your mind and your body. It’s the emotional well-being that you feel in that exact moment.
  • Information combined with emotion becomes a long-term memory.
  • Many of us don’t remember what we learned in school because the umbrella emotion for most people in school was boredom.
  • You are the only person in control of your state.
  • How can you improve your state?
    • Change your posture or your body or breathing.
    • Sit or stand the way you would if you were totally energized.
    • Think about how you’ll benefit from the information.
  • All learning is state-dependent.
    • Choose states of joy, fascination, and curiosity.
  • Sell your cleverness for bewilderment – Rumi.

THE T IN FAST STANDS FOR TEACH.

  • If you want to cut your learning curve in half, learn with the intention of teaching it to somebody else.
  • If you had to give a presentation on what you’re learning today, you would learn it differently. You would pay closer attention. You would take more detailed notes. You would ask better questions.
  • When I teach something, I get to learn it twice.
  • People often say that those who can’t do teach. But I never saw that as a negative. I always thought, wow, if I can’t do something, I can teach it, and then I can do it.