/on educational system/

I tried to write on this subject before and even did. But now i'm not writing but responding on it. On Education. Not as a subject but as an issue. Not as a spectator but as a victim. Victim? Yes. Victim. I've been a victim of the prevalent education system which is collapsed to the obvilion. Education itself being a complex issue, reflecting on it can prove challenging, but what i'm going to present in these articles named "On Educational System" is purely personal reflections of mine based on my exposure on the issue. Hence, intellectual comments and suggestions are entertained (although that doesnt suggest that i'm going to edit my series in accordance to your suggests if i tend to agree with it, but i'll surely learn something, again on the personal level).

PS: For my earlier post on education which was pretty intellectual to me at that time while i sense it pretty lame with my current exposure, you can read the post named "On Educational System of India" posted previously in my blog.

/poetry/ pleine de grâce.

A distant darkness,
Beyond unknown,
Clasping waves,
Worries clawed away.

Trampled shadows,
Encore unenfant,
An unknown man,
Simple la mortalité.

Stolen foot prints,
Faulty residue,
A chimingecho,
Voices subdued.

Retraced journeys,
A chilling breeze,
Warmth captured,
Simplela solidarité.

A flickering light,
Boggled thoughts,
Hopeful vessels,
Un souhait sur un nuage.

Je vous salue, Marie, pleine de grâce.

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/poetry/ numéros and poetry

Un, deux, trois.
Respirer.

Eyes pursed.
Forgotten obscurity.

Un, deux, trois.
Graver.

Mind tailored.
Mesmerised thoughts.

Un, deux, trois.
Influencer.

Lips subdued.
Residual mirages.

Un, deux, trois.
Effacer.

Flesh numbed,
Contradictory decisions.

Un, deux, trois.
Rêver.

Voice rhymed.
Defining repercussions.

Un, deux, trois;
Quatre, cinq, six ;
Sept, huit, neuf ;
Dix…

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/mindscape/ metamorphosis

Either remain cocooned for all eternity, failing to
realize one’s true potential;

Or break free and awe the world with one’s
wondrous ways.

Become a butterfly...

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/poetry/ devil's apprentice

Himself the demon,
I, myself, the apprentice;
Forgiveness unheard of.

Petit garçon,
The world shall never be yours;
Don't bother conquering.

Sinners are overrated,
Our sins unaccountable.
- Your life perilous.

Believing in a Higher Power,
My faith uninspired.
Have me in your prayers...

His agony stricken tears,
Almost paternal, perhaps maternal.
- A mere erotica.

Your eyes astray,
His hands locked in mine.
Too late my son...

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/poetry/ disappear

With cheekbones so deceiving,
A luscious lifestyle all along.
Lost in a promenade of pillows and quilts.

With lips so veteran,
Suspended by a mirage of memories.
Nauseating motel scents.

With skin so soft,
Youth almost a myth.
Tears under the shower.

With wrists so delicate,
Standing naked in reflection.
Dancing in solitude.

With eyes so mischievous,
Contemplating perilous words.
Stuffed olives and gin.

With a mind so ragged,
Priorities unnumbered.
Slumber of turbulent dreams.

Craving a touch of warmth,
Relentless frustration.
Perhaps the search must cease.

Perhaps...


...you should disappear.

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/poetry/ the storm

The howling wind;
Wrapped in his arms,
Her skin,
Cool against his...

The rustling leaves;
Searched by his palms,
Her body,
Pulsating with his...

The deafening thunder;
Locked in his embrace,
Her lips,
Caressing his...

The pouring rain;
Exhilarated by his voyage,
Her gasps,
Subduedby his...

The seizing storm;
Lying beside him,
Her mind,
At ease with his...

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