Paradise

O my paradise, O,
drowned with you in sorrow and
still I haven’t recovered
but the passer-by, they say,
everything is fine and everything is ok.
Never knew a misery was waiting for us all,
it is the time of nothingness,
the floating bodies and people alive,
all are numb and still,
do you know why?
They are looking up there,
this time no Messiah has arrived,
some uniformed people are watching,
the toil and the loss,
they are send to speculate
who are alive and who are dead,
their side of story is different than ours’
They are with remedies for sure,
but they are told, not to go far,
the farthest they go, the more they will cost,
they also have a Messiah somewhere else,
who has ordered not to go too far.

After some time of trouble,
we all have settled in a boat,
they are heading nowhere,
and same is our condition,
but scarcely all of us have talked.
We are told by centuries,
not to talk but to speculate,
who we are, as if,
we are Calibans or soon to be Calibans,
not from Tempest this time,
but from Heart of Darkness.
The voyage took us to safer place,
but the nativity has drowned somewhere,
it does not look like what it used to be,
the Paradise Lost is this now,
no Milton is needed to verify.
Their eyes meet with our eyes,
but not the heart,
I wanted it to meet,
then you would have realized,
what pain can do.
They could have cried with us then
and held us tight in their arms,
but no, they are told not to go that far,
their Messiah will be angry,
now I have realized they can’t do a thing.
They are themselves caged,
in these uniforms for a reason,
they aren’t free to be what they want to,
they are bound by orders,
they are just doing work,
the way the native African used to do
in Heart of Darkness.
It is not their fault that they are like such,
neither we can blame them for anything,
the Messiahs are the criminals,
who are behind the curtains,
and laughing like that ugly Fox,
who always appeared as Volpone,
for ages they have laughed and will laugh forever.
We will rise against those Messiahs for sure,
but these uniformed people,
they are victims like us,
we might recover but they will die like anything,
for no solid reason, our hatred for them,
is not justified because the Messiahs,
they are still at their back and torturing us,
their motives are clear now,
we have fought these uniformed people a lot,
the criminals are still behind,
this time it’s their turn !!!!

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“But what is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means? Anybody can say charming things and try to please and to flatter, but a true friend always says unpleasant things, and does not mind giving pain. Indeed, if he is a really true friend he prefers it, for he knows that then he is doing good.” – Oscar Wilde

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People in the name of friendship don’t like truth, for them lies spoken in the influence of flattery means a lot!!!!!

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“But what is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means? Anybody can say charming things and try to please and to flatter, but a true friend always says unpleasant things, and does not mind giving pain. Indeed, if he is a really true friend he prefers it, for he knows that then he is doing good.” – Oscar Wilde

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Oscar Grant’s Mother: ‘We Have to Be Relentless in the Vindication of Our Slain Sons’

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Is this the cost of being a man of color?, oh I am one, Will you kill me as well???

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To the Brown Family:

I give you my heartfelt condolences for your immeasurable loss as you bury and bid farewell to your son.

No words can ever assuage the pain we feel as parents when our precious children are taken away from us in such a violent, senseless manner. For 18 years, your son Michael has helped define the meaning and quality of your life, providing moments of joy and laughter, which are truly priceless. Those never having the opportunity to meet Michael could never appreciate his value the way you do.

Your son, like mine, was unarmed at the time he was killed by a law enforcement officer. My son, Oscar Grant, was being restrained by an officer and lying face down on a platform at the Fruitvale BART Station in Oakland, Calif., when a second officer named Johannes Mehserle approached and shot him in the back. At trial…

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Artists

Artists
They are dwelling something,
on that white sheets,
black spots with multicolored ink,
the heavy dots are of pain,
and the lighter ones
are of happiness.
They are building houses in the air,
the nest of those unknown birds,
who will never come back,
to join us in this earthly sanctuary,
they are far above,
warming under the fluffy blankets.
They are moving ahead,
to reach out to those seas,
who will read their message,
and they will pass it on,
with every coming wave,
to this wrecked soil,
to this world of trash.
They will strike at the midnight hour,
with howls and thunders,
to work as soothsayers,
to make us aware,
of the unpleasant and of the unthinkable,
the world like a plane will crash,
They know about the future,
they come from everywhere to tell,
it is the darkest secret,
one must keep in mind,
one must never forget,
the world is about to end.
They ask us to pray, to ask for mercy,
for the sins we all have committed,
for the pains we have generated,
the apocalypse is near,
we need to do something,
we need to confess, we need to confess.
Another light they have dropped,
it is purifying us all,
we are baptized now,
no need to fear,
come let us bow down to the spirits,
they have saved us,
we are truly blessed.
One promise we all need to keep,
the world needs our love, not hatred,
we need to spread it,
we need to pour fragrance upon everything,
this is the message, they still scribbling,
we need to look up there to guess !!!!!

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Nice Adaptation !!!!

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It was a big announcement week for the #TTBF14 – the full schedule and author roster was released! We are so excited to see that it’s going to be another great festival! Led by keynote speakers James Dashner (The Maze Runner) and Lauren Oliver (Panic), the panels, and ever-popular author-vs-author game show are going to combine for an awesome day!

“This year’s festival is THE one to attend,” says librarian and Fest founder Heather Schubert. “You’ll find amazing keynotes, interactive events, writing workshops, a hilarious game show, and much, much more. Expect to leave with a list of new favorite authors and a stack of books you can’t wait to read!”

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Absence

Absence
Whenever you were absent in my life,
I understood your worth,
I got to know what those moments mean,
I realized what you mean,
The world of chaos is still around,
But I want to enjoy that loneliness,
It means a lot to me,
It captures me, cages me inside you,
That’s what I want,
I want to feel you around,
Whenever you were absent in my life,
I wished to jail myself,
With your thoughts and stares,
With your smiles and flairs,
I really miss you a lot,
I know you have turned into a far-fetching star,
I know you know me,
I have felt those traces always,
But I am not daring enough,
To make it happen, to see it all,
Whenever you were absent in my life,
I admired your smile,
I looked around places of your comfort,
I searched them all over,
I have asked from trees,
They have assured me of your coming,
But they are liars,
They know the truth,
The way I do,
I did it all for you,
Whenever you were absent in my life,
Join me in my pain,
I feel it in every vein,
The scars are turning bizarrely stunning,
They are your memories,
I never want them to be healed,
The heart is still aching,
With the painful joy and the joyful pain,
Attacks of this kind are always welcome,
I always asked them to pass through me,
Whenever you were absent in my life !!!

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My Motherland

My Motherland

What have you become, my motherland,

a wrecked and torn piece of wood,

there are ants making their way into your bosom,

they are taking away, the treasure you have stored,

they are thieves who have stolen your legs on purpose,

now you should know you can’t walk even an inch.

I remember the time when I heard of your empire,
wast and magnificent it was called,

I remember those slogans that assured reverence to you,

I remember those times when I waved your flag in the busiest streets,

I remember the memories we all had of “Jann Gann Mann” and what it meant for us then.download

The times are gone now, I have seen every subject of yours’ turning into a dictator,

they rush to fight now and not to make peace,

they are burning the houses and not holding a pitcher in hand,

they want to see women bare and children in despair,

they have no time for revolution, they have nothing good to share,

what to speak of the commanders, who follow devil’s order and not yours’.

they are not for the people , of the people and by the people,

but they don’t give a damn to people,

all they care for the evil dreams they have.

I also have a vulnerable dream,

which uncle Derozio shared once,

want to see in my lifetime, this wood to walk again,

to prosper as if it is a newly bloomed flower,

which has no rotten condition to speak of,

which is full of joy and happiness,

hope I will once again with proud feeling,

wave your flag in reverence,

May I see thy secular and spectacular state,
once again !!!!

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