Seafood Blues.

I was looking around on the net for stuff related to seafood safety, and I found these :

Which fish are okay to eat.
Fish population density in the northern Atlantic.

Pretty disturbing, especially since I *love* seafood. I mean, squid are dying out.
That's just sad. :\

It's worse with sea life because people take water pollution and overfishing for granted, compared to the attention given to poaching and hunting of land creatures. Especially with less educated/generally aware people.

If squid and lobster become extinct, in the words of the great Professor Farnsworth, I wouldn't want to live on this planet anymore!

Hopefully, there's still time for them.

The Eclipse of Humanity

Well, I was digging around a bit, and found some poetry I wrote, waay back when I was 14 or so.
It’s called The Eclipse of Humanity. Dark, very dark. *Shudders*
Ah well, here goes.
The Eclipse of Humanity 
~
As armageddon rumbles with chaos eternal,
the wind echoes with souls infernal.
Death is near,
Death is here.
An old warrior tells his comrades-
who are rotting to death, the poor ol’ lads
-"As long as this earthly wind shall blow,
evil shall be here, that I know.”
So as eclipses mark the death of mankind,
only death is within their mind.
Mankind has fallen, ’tis a big disgrace,
as life and death come face to face.
Oblivion appears as humans cower in fear,
“It is here,” they say, “Death is here.”
Anarchy and chaos rule supreme,
of light winning, ’tis just a dream.
~
Who wants candy?

Today Comes Today

This is something I wrote during college, around two months ago.

Sort of a poem, I guess. It's called, Today Comes Today

I've been reading about Indo Persian culture at the library, and some of their poetry. One of the most famous poetic styles of this culture, is the ghazal, with Mirza Ghalib being one of its pioneers and masters in Urdu. A ghazal is a poetic form, but with an unorthodox structure.

A ghazal is made of smaller sets of poetry, 2 lines each, called shers. Couplets, rather. Each line of the sher has the same number of syllables, in this case, 8 per line.

The form is something like,

A

A

B

A

C

A

D

A

And so on. I've not adhered to it strictly, almost everything ended up rhyming. I've not actually done this in a proper ghazal style, it's pretty rough, but I guess it's a start for later. 

The last sher is supposed to be a rhetorical question the writer asks himself, referring to himself with a pen name. I don't have one, so I've used Marcellus here, which is in a way the Roman equivalent of my Sanskrit name.

~
No man is an island they say,
But for one I set sail today.

Beaches and fruits and games to play,
I have got things to fail today.

She's got something she wants to say,
Time to look past her veil today?

"Let's rest, it's been rough all the way",
"Rest t makes a stale today".

To stare at the moon, oh so gray,
Just for a moment, not today.

To err is human, it's the way,
Day in and day out, till today.

Ask yourself, O Marcellus, have
You really done something today?
~