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I stand on the highway of hope getting ready for the train to go on a trip to the mountain sphere, the passengers are pouring in, the seats are filling up, and everyone is in a mad rush. What on earth is going on? The passengers have been here before the break of dawn and excitement is all over the lawn. The cities and towns are flooded with lights and everyone has made an early sacrifice, smiles and laughter are everywhere and the people have nothing to fear. The highway of hope is taking me to the show, you can get an all-inclusive ticket wherever you go; you have a ticket for the train ride, the theatre, restaurant, cinema, the football games or just to go jogging up the lane. You have tickets to go shopping or to work out at the gym; there is a bus and a train for everything and there is one reserved only for music, singing and dancing. You can ride the bus or train any time of the day and your mornings and evening will never waste away, every ticket you buy will contribute to the blue sky and your donations will not die. Meet me at the highway of hope and I will show you where to go, the mood has change and joy is spreading everywhere. If you have nothing to do, put some snack in a bag and join the picnic train, and view all the terrain. The goal is to make a million in an hour and leave the sorrows in the showers. You will have something formidable to look forward to at the end of the day and your burdens and stress will surely roll away. Come with me to the highway of hope and join, the campaign fundraising train .Every ticket you buy will raise my ambition; every train you ride will elevate you to the sky, the numbers are growing and the passengers are swelling and my life has just begun. I have five-dollar tickets, ten-dollar ticket, a thousand- dollar tickets and any money tickets. There is a bus and train for every price and someone to show you how to roll the dice. If you don’t want to ride the train, the bus will do the same; a hundred bus and a hundred train is parked up on the highway of hope in every state so buy your tickets and join the masquerade. The goal is to make a hundred and fifty million dollars a day in the all inclusive bus and train ride on the highway of hope in all the fifty states so join the fundraising effort before it's too late.
Meet me on the highway of hope anytime of the day and don't delay.
DONJOURN WORLD
Help me for i want to know
Although to know for me is to be free
But not by all men, but by my freedom
I have been lying in this gutter world
Wondering why i cannot get up
Perhaps fight my way to the freedom land
Where i see all men work and walk in pleasure
Yet the more i see all men walk pleasurably on the land
I hate the morning that raise me down through the donjourn land
Early that morning i found out
That inside this donjourn is where most people in our world belongs
Funny enough is it in cry
As i found out that we have the same believe, share faith, one same blame
It is their fault; they are responsible for the big world in the gutter
I know that during the beginning there was no gutter
Infact, the world indeed was built without shallow pit
And ground of merciless abode as ours
Yet for men to be happy and share wickedness
They built this absurd kingdom
Every time i see one in the land kingdom and beg for their help
They have a recitation that made me believe
That their world is a world of same slogan, one belief
How did you manage to end up here
Find your way up, i have a lot on my hand
Yet the hand seems free, less occupy i swear
Although, it is a question and a little confusing answer
But sure painful, also a heart sincere message
A rather two edge sword
Our kingdom always dash the pains away
With the normal consolation word
I know they will all deny the charge
That we happen to exist here does not mean that we will end up here
One day i know by our complain and the God that put us here
By our side, we will at the end of the day join the land mob
But the space of time and what they are doing
And the endurance of the complain in them
Made me hate them by their will
In them i see much difference from me
Their will and my will, their see and my see
Have a lot of gap than our appearance
In theirs’, there is no way
In mine, there are ways
But i only want to find out the time
And if possible know how to break quick
To become the lord and king in the land kingdom
Early word by the land kingdom friend
Made me know that i hold my freedom
I was once like you but i never believe what you people says
And that is what led me to the land kingdom
I always think more than the land kingdom
One more mystery that no one knows
I think like the God that created all kingdom
My Sister when I was about 8 1/2, I am 38 now, passed away but before she did, she told
everyone this... "I am going to be Ok, and will be with God... I will get a new pair of lungs and
some wings to fly with Him in Heaven, and I will be His little princess..." On the day she
passed, in the midst of the dust floating in the room. Rays of light shown through that morning
right on her on her bed, covering her, and I truly believe that God came and picked her up
personally Himself that day, and carried her off to Heaven with Him...
Precious on her last litter had a kitten that looked, and I mean looked dead on herself... So
we named her Princes... She was the most crazy cat I have ever known... and had an air
about her that said to all... "Hey!" Look at me!" "I am a Princess" ... She was so very proud of
herself for this, but never neglected her Mother's way, and was never disloyal to the family...
She always loved to play with us and her Mother (Chasing her around the house, daring her,
and reminding her to play), because I believe this... She was just crazy about life... "Just
crazy about it, and as grateful as her mother, and my SIster," because though my Sister,
though she was very spirited about her condition. She still desired to live her life just like
another child her age would, and would carry this burden from time to time, as it would come
to the surface, and make her blue, the fact that in reality, she could not... So princes would
just fly around the house like a whirlwind, and would always come to land in someone's lap,
or arms or beside you in bed purring or at the foot of someone's bed at the end of the day,
and would awaken as lively and in a dead run, to do it all again the next day... We loved her
dearly too... because of her adoring for her life itself... and the energy that she put into
enjoying it... Because she too, had lost her little brother, a few hours after he was born...
She too reminds me of my Sister Tina, in this way... That life is sometimes a struggle, but is
always evolving and always comes back to itself in time, and is always turning full circle...
and is forever advancing towards all in gratitude... and exists and moves abundantly, within
itself and lives for this one passion...
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I remove my glasses to blur my view,
of my disgraceful face, that’s painted a strange hue.
Reality peers back at me, from the bottomless
shallow mirror,
My self peers back at me,
with disbelief, regret and horror.
I remove my glasses so that I cannot see,
that which I’m not and that which I’ve wanted to be.
I close my eyes, so I’m now in a trance,
of an alternate universe, a new theme,
a new life, a new romance.
I remove my glasses and put them aside,
and think back to better times, waiting
for my pain to subside.
But as I shuffle through my memories, relief -
I cannot seem to get,
because the past is filled with insurmountable regret.
I remove my glasses and put them in their case
and reminiscence about my beliefs, the dreams I used to chase.
But all this sorting reveals only mistakes,
mistakes, mistakes, mistakes
Oh, so many mistakes…
I remove my glasses because it’s time to sleep,
I wrench today’s goals from the thought bubble,
and discard them into the unachieved heap.
As I sink to the bottom of the bed at the end of the day I've fought,
I plummet into the depths of my innermost thought,
that preaches ‘useless’, ‘ worthless’, ‘hate’
that preaches ‘loser', ‘ugly’, ‘ late’
that dictates my action and my inaction,
that dictates my speech and my silence.
And as I lose myself to the seduction of rest,
I try to revive in me, an anticipation for the morrow -
a dying and hopeless, bedridden zest.
The sun will bring with it, a new day,
the day will begin coffee, sticky notes,
in the same old unaccomplishing way.
I will remove my glasses to blur my view,
I will remove my glasses to disillusion myself,
I will remove my glasses to remove myself
to a new fantasy, a new retreat, a new game.
I will remove my glasses to feed my escapism,
and let the footsteps of my desires lead me into a new daydream,
of wonder, success and fame.
But still,
I can hope.
And still,
I will hope,
that the morrow is not barren of new opportunities.
But still,
I can pray.
And still,
I will pray,
that the morning air instils a new confidence,
in me, as, from my lucid dreams, I wake,
in me, who limps behind the forerunners of the race.
For there is life to be loved, and life to be lived,
and mine is a future in the making,
a future to face.
The Breaking of Dream of the Dream seeker
Chandan Chatterjee
Theft of labor crops is not the most dangerous,
Although the police baton hits the body seriously,
But it can't remember
The greedy vision of the traitor
Not the most dangerous.
Thieves are slandered without stealing
It sounds bad, right?
Test yourself for endurance
It's too bad to keep quiet,
But not the most dangerous.
One of the false leaders
The presence of a real country lover is uncomfortable,
The presence of the wise among fools is undesirable,
Life is spent without work
The name of making is immortality,
Time from life to road accidents
It feels really bad when prices are high,
But that is not the saddest thing.
The saddest was
To die many times before dying,
To remain silent despite the intense burning sensation of the body,
To shout against injustice
To keep the mind quiet even if you have the power,
Getting out of the house and going to work
Or return home safely from work,
This is the most dangerous.
Killing the dream of life
The most dangerous.
The watch is telling the time,
But in your eyes, if it has stopped
Then it is dangerous.
The most dangerous is the eye
Seeing everything, he still sleeps,
That vision of love is the whole world
Who can win
Knowing when he closes his eyes.
That is the most dangerous.
The most dangerous is the moon
Even after seeing thousands of hellish murders
Who ascends to heaven as shameless,
He sees the high head of humanity being reduced to dust
The rose that rises in the east,
That is the most dangerous.
The most dangerous is the song,
At the door of the panicked man
When terrorist attacks occur
Knowing that the song
Is pronounced in your voice.
That is the most dangerous.
The most dangerous is that night,
When the ferocious hyenas are in the dark
The frozen body of humanity, secretly suffering,
Their greedy eyes are always looking for prey,
Knowing that, night comes at the end of the day,
That is the most dangerous.
The most dangerous is that direction
Where the sun of the soul sets
Conscience is lost,
Humanity is utterly humiliated,
That is the most dangerous.
Police stick, traitor's jingle
Not the most dangerous.
The death of humanity
Is the most dangerous.
Breaking of the dream of dream seeker
Is the most dangerous.
The End
When I think of what I’m worth
I think of nothing more than dirt
I think of how small our world is
And how we mean nothing, nothing ever did
Emotions, real as they seem are only just
What our complex brains conjure up for us
To make us feel we have a purpose
As humans, we crave being more than worthless
So we turn to “success” and “future goals”
And pursue them, think we’re playing roles
In the bigger picture, and we get this idea
That what we do matters, even after we’re here
But all that’s just our own foolish belief
A reassuring overused source of relief
I think to myself, why not just live for ME?
Because when I rot in the ground I will NOT stop to think
About how I “achieved” going through schools
And living how THEY want me to, followed rules
I gave up what I wanted to be an “achiever”
I changed how I felt to be a “believer”
I gave up myself to fit in with the crowd
I quieted myself, I didn’t live loud
So, what may I ask is our point in all things?
Well most people say “What the future brings.”
So I go through my school and get a great job
And earn all this money, become a rich slob
I start my own business, and run it for life
Then I lay down one day, and BOOM, I die
And a hundred years later, a new generation
New people and thoughts controlling the nation
Will anyone ever think back to my life
And say what I did was all fun and all right?
No, hopefully not, because by then
They’ll be living for LIFE, not to fit in
They’ll be out there just living, not sitting in school
They realize life doesn’t matter, and neither do rules
So while we’re all here, and life’s in our lungs
We can live it to the fullest and even die young
Because in the end we just live ‘till we die
We have time in between, there’s no reason why
So we can do what we want with what time we have
Knowing in the end, nothing will last
Nothing will matter, no one will care
Think about it, we’re only here to be “there”
We are just in existence, nothing more, nothing else
Nothing ever matters, what we said, what we felt
Because all that we’re doing is living our lives
In simplest form, we’re here to survive
Think about the big picture, what do we mean?
Nothing, at all. Our thoughts and our dreams
At the end of the day, as I rot in my grave
My lifetime rots with me and nothing is saved.
mass burial
we did nothing
to deserve brutality
is not our hopes
to shade this tears
in public
where have we gone
too wrong to deserve
this atrocities
for every blast we die
in multitude
for every egg of fire
we own a
mass burial
this is cry's in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just
blast innocent humans? again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
we long lived
peace full
never we intend
to lay our own
people in multitude
six feet
we have been
existing peace fully?
before this stranger's
came in
first they came as friends
and now we are in hell
from this friendship
as our life are devalued
right in front of our view
as this strange friends
keep robbing and killing
our dignity
and when we try
to fight back
they turn steal bird
so each egg it lays
curse us a
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just blast
innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
what shall we do
when all we know
how to do is maintain
peace
so we choose to stand
up for our right
despite they keep
killing us in multitude
we believe they can't kill
us all
so the brave say keep moving
don't gave up the fight
for peace
don't gave up your right
is not a crime to be free
yet as we fight
we lay somany of our
own to sleep forever
when ever the steal bird
lays an egg is a
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just blast
innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
we live with a religion
of truth
under the foundation
of love we knew
the value of peace
not until our land was
invaded attacked
while our walls were
painted with blood
so we choose to defend
our selves
i wonder if that is a crime
yet while we stand our
ground
it cost is painful
as it out come brings a
mass burial
at the end of the day
i know one day it will
touch intelligent humans
so they could cry like
we do in our
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird
has just lay an egg
another animal has just
blast innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
Hush mom said
She told me to be quiet
To not make a sound Cause daddy was sleeping
And I didn't want to wake the beast.
Because when the beast is awoken…
It was like a tornado and a hurricane mashed into one
Terrorizing the whole house making it shake like a earthquake
Hush big brother said
He told me to hush when he broke the vase that held the memory
of our beloved grandmother "Don't worry " he said
"everything will be ok"
Yet at the end of the day
I was the one that got beat black and blue for it
And all he got was a stern talking too
Where's the justice in that?
Please tell me which part of that was ok?
I guess i should have read between the lines
Hush sister said
She told me to be quiet when I saw her sneaking out
She had the smile of devil that was planning on dying
I begged and pled that she stayed
She just looked into my eyes and said with the softest of voice
“One day i'll understand and she'll be there to stop me”
Then out the door she went. Sneaking off…
Like a cat in the night with one last saying…
I'll be back in a flash… which turned out to be a lie
Now I stand over her grave
I begged and pled
I prayed and prayed for her not to walked out the door into
The cold, dark and heartless night
But no.. a bang and then a boom followed with a crash
Here's her body…. Now six feet under
Hush dad said
He told me to stay quiet when he was in my room at night
He whispered everything would be ok...
That he was just showing me something new
Yet at the end.... I was the one feeling blue…
I played there covered in filth... disgusted with myself!
I cried and cried and cried but did you care…..
No! You didn't! What was that you told me at the end?! O yeah… You said….
“I was daddy’s good little girl.”
You told me to hush about this..
That if I didn't hush….
You would make me hush….
Hush the voices said
As I sat on the end of my bed crying to myself
I thought about all the things that I didn't say
I kept quiet because everyone told me to
And now I am broken... A shell of a person
The voices tell me everything will be ok
And as I took my final breath.....
Everything..... Was ok.... For I.... Was hushed.... For good
Unquotable quotes - III
When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the
insane.
A grenade a day keeps the refugee away.
Cut your coat according to your girth.
The kettle calling the pot back.
Like father, like son; like mother, like neither.
Singing in the rain can get you pain in Spain.
Singing in the rain in Paris can get you chicks who do
the twist with fairies.
A sound heart in a sick body is like a tart groggy with
toddy.
The sun also rises best in the West.
Who said beggars are not choosers: they can choose the
place and moment they beg.
A white tiger abhors orange.
A policeman’s girl always wears handcuffs behind her
back.
A lawyer who licks the back of hands always gets paid
first.
A judge who yells at you tends to reduce the sentence to
a phrase.
Building castles in the air with sand is cheaper by far.
A marathon runner remembers the thighs but not the
laps.
At the end of the day is when you make your greatest
mistake – you go to sleep.
Churn milk to make curd: churn speech to make turd.
Pounding rice as a marriage rite brings no surprise on
the wedding night.
One swallow doesn’t make a drunkard out of a
teetotaller, but it sure signals a dry summer.
Cricketing jargon
The late-cut is the shave you missed out.
The off-cut is the cover drive turned phut.
The leg-pull is the batsman’s bras de fer to the leg
spinner.
The long-stop is the twelth man on the field.
The straight drive pierces the umpire’s reverie.
The full-toss is the fast bowler’s slipped disc.
The ton-up comes after the spin bowlers give up.
The innings defeat is the army beating the retreat.
Test matches end up in ditches for pitches.
A bumper is an un-coded message from the bowler to the
batsman.
A bumper is an overt warning to the inveterate blocker.
Tail-enders get to face the best batsmen all-rounders.
Umpires inspect pitches at the start of a match for coins
dropped by lawn-mowers.
An over-throw is a fielded ball flung by an outfielder at
the umpires and which misses the wickets by miles.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Long Ago,
I gave my life to a vision beauty,
And it ruined and blessed my life forever,
I met a taskmaster, who was relentless,
He showed me my sin, sin after sin, and I could barely bare it,
But through it all his still small voice said, “Woody I love you”
And there are moments friend, There are moments, when he opens up the
Sounds of Heaven to me,
And I feel a peace and a joy that are unequaled by any time I could imagine,
Like for instance, today, I preached at one of my best friend’s Churches,
And I preached the theme, when a seed becomes a Storm.
And my friend read poetry,
And my friend arrived in laden apparel,
And it was a like a dream of old, come true forever more,
The Fantastic Four, knocking down windmills and furrowing eternal friendship,
And at the end of the day, my wife and I sat down and cried tears of empathy and
passion and healing to Gridiron Gang,
I tell you this world is harsh,
And so my King must be tough on me,
He must relentlessly remind me of my emptiness and inadequacy,
But in all of his chastening there is the still small vision of a beauty more
captivating than any World Wonder,
I tell you my King is tough,
But beyond his toughness there is a soft still comfort,
And my love for him is so deep in this moment,
I yell and scream at my savior sometimes like a jealous wife,
I curse him out, I dare him to show himself,
And time after time, he responds, “My son, you are beautifully and wonderfully
made and I love you”
I tell you, in his service I have suffered horrors I couldn’t have thought of in my
wildest nightmare,
And yet his protective hand has always been on me,
He is the King of all I tell you,
And I am unafraid to embrace a Buddhist or a Muslim or a Jew or a Hindu as
sisters or brothers,
For I know of my Saviors protective Jealousy,
He does not fear my adultery,
For he is confident,
He nudges me to explore the universe and see him in Vishnu and Siva alike,
And like the Sivites I sometimes say to him, “God where is your mercy?!”
And he answers with such sweet caress,
And he answers with such sweet murmurings,
He is the End and the Beginning of my joy,
He is my coach, my lover, my friend, my King, my confidant, my brother, my father,
my boss, my master, my life, my heart, and I will love him forever!!!