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The Rains of Castamere - Extended version
And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
With coats akin to golden coins,
Lions of the Rock advance.
Lies, incest, bribes and keeps,
The Queen leads a wily dance.
In the North, beyond the wall,
wights turn in their graves.
Eyes, hands, all cold blue,
black cloaks fell to undead waves.
And all was dark, and all was bleak,
nobles paid armies to form.
Kings and Queens played their Game of Thrones,
commons were caught in the storm.
Wolves have fallen, litter dispelled,
from the Wall to the Titan island.
One dead, a craven, two cubs fierce,
One a lord, the other can't stand.
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What a wonderful world it is.
The city burned, the night fires lighting up the sky. Dense smoke obscured all but the tops of flaming structures. The "city" was nothing more than a collection of huts and hovels. There were some rusted water tanks a midst them, but they were leaning dangerously due to the heat eating away at weakened foundations. The huts were made of mud and in a few cases, wood. The roofs were thatched with straw.  
Some of the fires were spreading from the thatches to buildings close to them, but they had little effect, only staining the pristine walls. The buildings were made of fire resistant asbestos concrete.
"Let these Kelek worshipers burn. They have brought nothing but trouble with them, with their filth and heathen ways." Ned glanced towards Jorah, who was staring at the burning hovels with something akin to fascination. He felt sour in his mouth. The Kalite ghetto had been at the outskirts of Alderaan for a long time. They had moved across the border from the war torn country of Khalistan
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The Beauties of Nature
Flowers swaying in the wind,
Trees, verdant with piney scent.
Birds taking flight, inactivity hard to find,
Matriarch clouds, swollen fruits thunderous in descent.
All these things and many more,
rarely thought of, seldom seen.
Only found in poems and lore,
places where none of us has been.
The Age of building and technology,
has little place for Mother Nature.
Sorrowful 'tis, to pen this eulogy,
She has been made a caricature.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep”,
“A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,”,
Works of art which make men weep.
They were not conceived,
with regimented systems, in ugly buildings.
Rather, where we feel naturally relieved,
close to the earth, uninhibited impulses and feelings.
Eight hours, seven hours, nine hours left,
in name of routine, what do we make of them?
Bereft of freedom, minds quick and deft,
yet each one juggling time, each a gem.
Settings which leave little to imagination,
stifling the mind, our w
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not all the way through.
i read once,
“Adults often forget
what it’s like being young
because they block it out.”
right after that:
Similar to trauma victims.
last summer, when i told that man
old enough to be my father
that i had a boyfriend,
he said “so?”
when I told him i was a minor,
he said “and?”
there are no boundaries anymore,
no barriers.
and don’t tell me
“boys will be boys”
because that doesn’t make it
don’t tell me
I was asking for it
because what I’m really asking for
is for it
to stop.
i wish i was a person
and not numbers on a scale.
i wish i was a human being
and not the cleavage in my tank top.
i wish we would stop hating ourselves.
i wish girls were allowed to say no
and eat every day
and forget to shave their legs.
i wish boys were allowed to cry
and be ballerinas
and speak up
when something hurts.
i wish we thought
we deserved more.
(and don’t tell me
none of this is sup
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Beauty as a Force of Energy
by techgnotic

FilmmakerLouie Schwartzberg
Louie Schwartzberg has made it his life’s mission to use his cinematic artistry to raise the alarm for public awareness of the dire situation we are facing in the possible collapse of our taken-for-granted natural resources. The “colony collapse disorder” currently decimating our honeybees was the prompt for Louie’s new movie, Wings of Life, which at it's essence, is a love story that feeds the earth.
Disney is rele
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The old man in the park
There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders, my friend
And I will hear the songs in my heart to the end.
So what need have I for these senses, I ask?
If they fail me, my memories shall rise to the task.”
The old dog by his side gives a soft little whine.
Licking his hand as if to tell him it is time.
He smiles and stands, shakes my hand for goodbye.
Then wanders off with a twink
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Journal History




Aditya Raj Bhatt
I want to learn how to express the thoughts and ideas I have through beautiful art, both written and drawn.

I am currently a student in High School (Grade 12) with a huge interest in programming. I can be found on Google+.
It is nothing new. I am a 16-year old school student whose half yearly exams are approaching (in September). So I am having a hectic schedule with very little time to work on any deviation. Compounding the problem is that I have started playing Total War - Rome and reading The Wise Man's Fear so I think an informal break from deviantart is getting enforced on me, despite my wishes to the contrary. 

Hope I can get my work load lightened, 
Aditya Raj Bhatt   

UPDATE : And the wait goes on. Now that my Half yearlies have finished, I have my SAT 1 and SAT 2 coming up in successive months (October and November). I have so many new ideas and it is irritating to put them all on hold. Still, will try to get some deviations done.


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