Dawn of Awakening

At the bay of the sea
I saw a Pearl inside the cluster
Free yet so secured

Waving my bare hands
inside the water full of ripples
I was living the moment of
utter quiescence.

Then,

I wondered,

It’s been months since I even tried to write up an actual blog about something. Something so vulnerable that is in my mind from quite a time now.
I’ve had some rant left in me about current affairs and stuff that even resembles hope for our future. All that constant constipated stuff that covers up that whole breaking news hour.

Sometimes, I wonder, why they chose us. Us over any other species. A species which is been gifted with such Intellect. A species which can communicate and Understand.
We’re so close to achieving greatness yet so far. We all have big dreams for ourselves. We all, won’t let a single eye bat our own; Our family. Have we finally reached the point where
Only the blood-related is considered as Family. Is there any trace of Humanity left on this Planet.

Sometimes, I wish i could track back our footprints and start from the scratch. But maybe i was too late. Introduced too late, for such delicate situation.
I’m no saint. I’m inseparable. Exposed at times where i don’t need to be. Perhaps the time is what, I don’t have or is it the Patience? Which I never cared to keep.
So what went wrong? It’s been approximately 14 billion years since the Big Bang. Even After accomplishing things and technology that were never predicted, We stand aside from the sole intention we were meant to live for. Is it something that has to do with our insecurities? Is it the influence of the greed to get more; expect more? Are we really doing this?

Sometimes, I get panicked. Not because I’m supposed to be but maybe, i was meant to be. I panic when the situation is out of my bounds. I fear when the wrongdoing has all the
stronghold. I dismay when something happens even when i never intended for it. Similarly, this time, we’re living in, is no illusion of terror, It actually is the apocalypse
which we never hoped to see. And maybe, we’re too late to stop it. Maybe, we’re the only reason it occurred in the first place. Maybe, we were too busy running after the things which can be priced. Concentrated on filling our lust and longing, while our only hope; our only planet, Panicked.

Sometimes, I hope for a change. Not a change that could revolutionalize the world. Not a change that would jeopardize our position either but a change in the thought process. Change in the opinion of every individual on a scale where there is some hope left for Unity. Where we all could deal with our deeds. Kneel down to our Sins. Where at least there’s some pitch left for our future to cope up. Where we could actually build something so concrete that it can be shattered by nothing.

I never asked to be special. I never asked for anything fancy. I never asked for this discreet pain. I never asked for this broken Peace. I never asked for the silent Wars and Politics.
I never asked for a day where i wake up in the morning, and everything is either dead or lost. I never hoped to see that day. And maybe, i shall never be.
The only thing i ever asked for is the Survival of the innocent. Endurance for Humanity.
To the wrongs that need resistance, To the right that needs assistance, To the future in the distance, Give yourselves. – ( By CCC)

Fin.

-Abhishek

Emptiness – a triumph in disguise

Running away from responsibilities
Into the unknown fields
Stepping off from the crimson edge
Into the darkness of the void.

Discovering the bitter truth
hiding all that overwhelming pride
Nothing in this world can match
The shallow emptiness of our souls.

The absolute hour draws near
No way to cancel the forthcoming
Stepping into my grave
Won’t change my obscure mind.

So, wipe away your tears
And reflect in your emptiness
Step over your fears
And embrace the nothingness.

Echoes of silent emptiness
in spaces where I should be.
A million ways to rephrase you
to conjure you
so immaculate and complete.

But I am no Gem
more like a Stone
forgotten dust and old bones
no words have spoken me free.

Endlessly I lend my breath of life
until there is no air left to inhale
No spells nor words shall ever be cast
to invoke the revival of me.

Fin.

-Abhishek

Reality Ruptures #1

Behind every song, there is an untold story.
Well, here I present mine.

This is my world, this is my arena
The TV told me something different I didn’t believe it
I stand here in front of you today all because of an idea
I could be who I wanted if I could see my potential
And I know that one day Imma be him
Put the gloves on, sparring with my ego
Everyone’s greatest obstacle, I beat ’em
Celebrate that achievement
Got some attachments, some baggage I’m actually working on leaving
See, I observed Escher
I love Basquiat
I watched Keith Haring
You see I study art
The greats weren’t great because at birth they could paint
The greats were great cause they paint a lot
I will not be a statistic
Just let me be
No child left behind, that’s the American scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for work
And got around 980 on my SATs
Take that system, what did you expect?
Generation of kids choosing love over a desk
Put those hours in and look at what you get
Nothing that you can hold, but everything that it is
Ten thousand

Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand hands
Ten thousand hands, they carry me

Same shit, different day, same struggle
Slow motion as time slips through my knuckles
Nothing beautiful about it, no light at the tunnel
For the people that put the passion before them being comfortable
Raw, unmedicated heart no substitute
Banging on table tops, no substitute
I’m feeling better than ever man, what is up with you?
Scraping my knuckles, I’m battling with some drug abuse
I lost another friend, got another call from a sister
And I speak for the people that share that struggle too
Like they got something bruised
My only rehabilitation was the sweat, tears and blood when up in the booth…

Macklemore

These lyrics have been stuck in my mind ever since it I heard them.
I couldn’t resist sharing this masterpiece, at least in my honest opinion.

Fin.

geek blog thoughts

When i first thought about blogging, i was like man that sounds so cool. I’ll write up at least 1-2 posts each day. And when i actually started to write, i was out of thoughts. literally. even my best bud Fiction was nowhere to be seen.

Then i eventually ended up making a list of things i would do before i start writing.

I had done an internship in Digital Marketing recently for Search Engine Optimization & Social Media Marketing so essentially i knew most of the things about blogging and websites and during my tenure there i learned quite a few things more. also, some techniques which would very helpful if i wanna do this on a majority basis. anyways, The List!

In my opinion, I’m an enthusiastic person but for most of the things that i do, I end up losing my scrutiny in them quite often. although i would never actually say that I’m tired of something. The first thing that came to my mind when i thought of blogging was my feelings.*yep, right into them feels bro* so i wrote up many things related to my feelings on my little trashy versatile af diary. then moving on and on, i covered up most of the curse emotions, badass sentiments, vague thoughts, and some warmth and tender messages.

the second thing that came to my mind was fiction writing or even an idea of ‘episode like’ chapters of my own creations/fantasies with sketches for everything from a little sidekick character to the battlefields. I really want to do this but the thing is i have got so many ideas and incarnations that i keep adding up into my database and then losing my own track of footprints eventually.

sometimes i don’t know where to start from or sometimes i think about its future consequences because i don’t wanna make it look like shit to others. I know its Fiction, but somewhere or the another it has to make sense for others as well. You don’t wanna make films which others won’t watch, You don’t wanna write books that others won’t read, You never wanna be that person. I don’t wanna be that person. anyways, I’m still figuring out my ideas about it and every day I’m one step closer to actually start writing them.

As a matter of fact, I’m also willing to write about the movies which i love from my bottom of heart *rise of the inner fanboyism* about my beloved video games *some heavy breathing* and also about the tv shows & sitcoms *right into the feels* which i probably used to binge watch for weeks and Comics *call me DC fanboy perhaps* and tons of other exciting things.

Maybe some Posts about my new interests/hobbies.
The more i think about it, the more I get confused with. I like so many things and i try to hang with such different variation of things each day that even i have lost track of.

One thing that I’ll be never short of is curiosity and maybe because I’m receptive af too (my CV says so btw) *pun intended*

If anyone could suggest me something that would be great!

May the FORCE be with me.

Fin.

– Abhishek

Words of Wisdom – Lift Off

“Education then, beyond all other devices of human origin,
Is a great equalizer of the conditions of men.” – Horace Mann, 1848.
At the time of his remarks, I couldn’t read — couldn’t write.
Any attempt to do so, punishable by death.
For generations, we have known of knowledge’s infinite power.
Yet somehow, we’ve never questioned the keeper of the keys —
The guardians of information.

Unfortunately, I’ve seen more dividing and conquering
In this order of operations — a heinous miscalculation of reality.
For some, the only difference between a classroom and a plantation is time.
How many times must we be made to feel like quotas —
Like tokens in coined phrases? —
“Diversity. Inclusion”
There are days I feel like one, like only —
A lonely blossom in a briar patch of broken promises.
But I’ve always been a thorn in the side of injustice.

Disruptive. Talkative. A distraction.
With a passion that transcends the confines of my consciousness —
Beyond your curriculum, beyond your standards.
I stand here, a manifestation of love and pain,
With veins pumping revolution.
I am the strange fruit that grew too ripe for the poplar tree.
I am a DREAM Act, Dream Deferred incarnate.
I am a movement – an amalgam of memories America would care to forget
My past, alone won’t allow me to sit still.
So my body, like the mind
Cannot be contained.

As educators, rather than raising your voices
Over the rustling of our chains,
Take them off. Un-cuff us.
Unencumbered by the lumbering weight
Of poverty and privilege,
Policy and ignorance.

I was in the 7th grade, when Ms. Parker told me,
“Donovan, we can put your excess energy to good use!”
And she introduced me to the sound of my own voice.
She gave me a stage. A platform.
She told me that our stories are ladders
That make it easier for us to touch the stars.
So climb and grab them.
Keep climbing. Grab them.
Spill your emotions in the big dipper and pour out your soul.
Light up the world with your luminous allure.

To educate requires Galileo-like patience.
Today, when I look my students in the eyes, all I see are constellations.
If you take the time to connect the dots,
You can plot the true shape of their genius —
Shining in their darkest hour.

I look each of my students in the eyes,
And see the same light that aligned Orion’s Belt
And the pyramids of Giza.
I see the same twinkle
That guided Harriet to freedom.
I see them. Beneath their masks and mischief,
Exists an authentic frustration;
An enslavement to your standardized assessments.

At the core, none of us were meant to be common.
We were born to be comets,
Darting across space and time —
Leaving our mark as we crash into everything.
A crater is a reminder that something amazing happened here —
An indelible impact that shook up the world.
Are we not astronomers — looking for the next shooting star?
I teach in hopes of turning content, into rocket ships —
Tribulations into telescopes,
So a child can see their potential from right where they stand.
An injustice is telling them they are stars
Without acknowledging night that surrounds them.
Injustice is telling them education is the key
While you continue to change the locks.

Education is no equalizer —
Rather, it is the sleep that precedes the American Dream.
So wake up — wake up! Lift your voices
Until you’ve patched every hole in a child’s broken sky.
Wake up every child so they know of their celestial potential.
I’ve been a Black hole in the classroom for far too long;
Absorbing everything, without allowing my light escape.
But those days are done. I belong among the stars.
And so do you. And so do they.
Together, we can inspire galaxies of greatness
For generations to come.
No, sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning.
Lift off.

– Donovan Livingston  (Ed.M.’16, student speaker at HGSE’s 2016 Convocation exercises.)

This has truly given me vibes that will stay longer than those TED talks i watch every now and then.

Fin.