Beautiful Nature, Poems and Education

"Where did my loving friend go?"- C. Acharya He gave me water, On a small bowl, Big enough to swim and clean. He watched me enjoying, Through the window, Hiding not to scare me. Water tasted richer, But now its bitter. Bowl with emptiness, Scarcity of his breath. My chirps not replied. Do you know, Where did my loving friend go? Where did my loving friend go?

Poem- The Shining It is morning, Sun is shining. Let's wake up, Forget break up. Brush the teeth, Clean the feet. Pray to God, Self to buds. Then eat food, Get some goods. Put on cloths, Don't be sloth. Let's go work, To use the fork. Not by medal, But by pedal. See the hills, Do the brills. Meet your love, Turn your clove. Have some fun, Eat some bun. Just be tried, Not get fired. It is morning, Sun is shining. Poet- C. Acharya

"Moonlight"- C. Acharya Look Earth, Shining silver. Look waves, Higher and higher. Look roads, Showing ways. Look couple, Hinting my way. I got scars, But i shine that way.

Poem-Finding Solace We both talk, To each other, Night and day, Dawn and dusk, About the stars, About the mountains, About the Romeo-Juliets, In our beds, In our works, In our leisures, We found solace. Our neighbourhoods burn, The smoke comes, Still we talk, We breath in the love, For each other, Hence we found solace. POET- C. ACHARYA 

Poem- "Regrets" Poet- C. Acharya If I hadn't loved you, If I hadn't hurt you, If I hadn't hurt you, I was out of obligations, I was out of regrets, I was out of regrets. If I had talked to you, If I had cared for you, If I had cared for you, I was out of confusion, I was out of regrets, I was out of regrets. If i had left, If i had left, If i had left, We were out of regrets. We were out of regrets. We were out of regrets.

Story- A Night In the Wild Writer- C. Acharya It's a cool night in the hilly forest, with water flowing through it and making watery sounds. The half-moon is in the sky, and while looking at it, you think about your love. Very beautiful indeed. Then you feel the cool wind with the scent of the wet soil coming through the trees, making the leaves and branches move in joy and love with the rhythms of the wind. After sometime, you feel cool and sit near the campfire near the water. You can hear the frogs and the crickets chattering. The distant sounds of animals like birds and dogs make you feel lonely, and you feel that you are far away from all the noises and problems of life. When you look at the flowing, clean water, you get close to it  and you see the moon's reflection on it. Small fish can be seen going here and there. You see a few leaves falling on the water, making small waves that go up and down making you fall in love with the beauty of nature.

Through the Window I woke up to the cool breeze, in a rainy morning, having a wet perfume. While the chirpings of the birds felt so sweet, the orange lights from the window made me pure. I saw the drops of life on the window, having a orange flavour. I saw through the window that it was raining, the sky was orange, the drops were light, as we all like. The tree adjacent to the window looked never so green. While the bloomed flowers of complete colours looked very nice and gave total purity to the atmosphere with it's sweetness. Leaves were swaying to the rhythm of the cool breeze to express what the morning, the rain and the breeze meant to them.  Meanwhile, through the window, on the wet street, i saw a little puppy sitting wet and alone and looking at a mom dog with its pups. He was wondering something, as if he wanted the love, care, guidance, the joy of family. I felt so bad. I wondered if his mom was okay? The feelings of the dog can only be understood by p...

Poem-One Close Moment I remember the day,  when we both were sitting together, with the notebooks opened. It was closer than in my dreams. You were prettier than i imagined. I experienced the sweetness of wind, I was flying above and through the forest in joy, experiencing the wild sounds, the cool air coming through the dancing trees, sound of water dropping on the trees. Very soon the bell rang,  And i saw you running away faster than Usain Bolt, After that day you were bathing, Three times a day,  Three times a day. Poem by-  C. Acharya

"Information means data collection by brain and then organising it in a meaningful way. But knowledge encompasses data, information and its application."- C. Acharya(M.A)

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Theory of Psychopathy by C. Acharya 1st stage - mental illness (with schizophrenia/ paranoia) 2nd stage - Loss of moral and empathic sense (when left untreated from stage 1) 3rd stage - The paranoiac/schizophrenic patient hurt people out of dislike or suspicion.