Thou Art My Beautiful Prize

Im in the middle of an academic transition so I dont have to give u any more excuses as to why you havent seen too many posts from this side of the screen.
Its my last year in school and apart from trying to figure out where I stand in life, I also have to "study" (whatever that means :P) so I'm finding writing a bit hard at the moment. I wrote the SAT subject tests last month and its probably a gold bar for most NRIs trying to enter college in India through the DASA scheme. But most of us take it during 12th so how exactly is it an effective way of testing a students capacity? I have a lot more on this but Im really lazy at the moment so sue me.


I have no thoughts as of now and I have absolutely nothing to capture your attention with.
But to think of it, only your own imagination can capture your own attention.


Im at the point in life where theres no time to contemplate, procrastinate and no time to act too cool about a stand you take just because you can. This is the time where I shut the fuck up and do what I have to do. No questions asked. As much as you want to complain about the system, the only way you're ever gonna get out is by infiltration. Satisfy the system and then run for your fucking life.
So until I catch that train, the system's all I got. Fail.


I dont particularly enjoy poems. But I write some when lines strike me.
Like this one I wrote in Physics tuition yesterday.
If any "person" is affected/happy by this poem then I apologize, because it doesn't relate to a living being.

Thou Art My Beautiful Prize

Thou art my beautiful prize
Your open close and open eyes
Thou art my enterprise
where all will sell and all will buy
Thou art the one who never cries
For curse that comes, away it flies
Thou art one who must never revise
For truth is always where truth will reside
Thy modest strength at eating bytes
As filled hard-drives do make me smile

Now with your eyes visible is more
Along with you is no closed door
Wherever it may lie, from the floor
With you I'll find it, be that for sure

With your help I'll plant all seeds
Discover more and ever more feeds
Along with you I'll find all that is free
Copyright violations, Oh Please!

LimeWire, uTorrent, PirateBay
fill ever more on my shopping tray

Shut a site or block it out
But where a door closes, will a window shout
So why go into a bother
When my beautiful Prize Spreads The Love Brother?

And now before I bid you adieu
I leave you one final two

Thou art my beautiful prize
Your open close and open eyes...



That poem was not meant to be anything. So dont hate.

Today, my 16 year old son told me, “I’m not afraid of death. I’m afraid of life and what it means if I die before I achieve my dreams.” MMT




Goodnite folks
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V




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