GOD’S PLAN – (ATHEISTS NEED NOT READ THIS)

God wants to

clean the world

but we don’t want to

let him do so.

Would you like it

if I prevented you

from cleaning your loo

or would you allow

me to stop you

from doing so too?

I’m not saying

that all must die

but by God’s plan

we must abide.

For he knows

where we stand

and where we must

henceforth go.

So now my head I bow

and do say,

“Lord if it is thy will;

I’m surely ready to go”

I have totally different views on the way this whole Corona pandemic is being handled but my saying so will only hurt you.

COME JOIN THE TRUTH REVOLUTION

Come join the Truth Revolution and fight my Friend

The world is enslaved in lies and corruption my friend

The Final war for the World is now here my friend

So become a revolutionary; let not this world so end

Come Join the Truth Army, for lies and deceit must go

Truth will enable us to stand tall and remain upright

Our Truth and honesty in our lives let us show

And through our lives let Truth shine bright

People their Truth surely have forgot

Truth now has become a mere forgotten memory

Therefore a revolution to battle for Truth we now start

For only Truth can and will surely set us free

Come Join the Truth Army, for lies and deceit must go

Truth will enable us to stand tall and remain upright

Our Truth and honesty in our lives let us show

And through our lives let Truth shine bright

We are the rear-guard action this world needs, my friend

For truth and promises everyone seems to bend

It is time to load the bullets of our true words 

and shoot the evil with the words of our mouths

Come Join the Truth Army, for lies and deceit must go

Truth will enable us to stand tall and remain upright

Our Truth and honesty in our lives let us show

And through our lives let Truth shine bright

In this battle for Truth our words are our swords

When facts and figures are manipulated as lies

And statistics becomes the Science of lying

To uphold Truth let our Army remain striving

Come Join the Truth Army, for lies and deceit must go

Truth will enable us to stand tall and remain upright

Our Truth and honesty in our lives let us show

And through our lives let Truth shine bright

The fight for Truth is not on a battle field

But surely within our own personal lives is fought

In this fight Truth remains our armour and shield

This battle will rage till death do us part

“In times of universal deceit, telling the Truth is a revolutionary act”

This quote has been erroneously attributed to George Orwell. It is being debated if it was George Orwell  or V. G. Venturini or David Hoffman or Charlotte Despard or Antonio Gramsci, who actually said this. It is also sometimes said that the origin of the actual lines remain Anonymous and or Apocryphal.

Several researchers have attempted to find these words in George Orwell’s work and have not succeeded. Currently, there is no substantive evidence that he said or wrote this quote.

The earliest match appeared in a 1982 book titled “Partners in Ecocide: Australia’s Complicity in the Uranium Cartel” by Venturino Giorgio Venturini. The statement was presented as an epigraph enclosed within quotation marks and attributed to Orwell; however, a specific originating text was not identified.

The next earliest citation ascribing the saying to Orwell was found by the lexicographical researcher Barry Popik. In the year 1984 the Canadian periodical “Science Dimension” printed a letter from a reader named David Hoffman who was unhappy with an article that discussed the economics of wind energy. He mentioned, I think George Orwell said in his book 1984 that in a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. If Science Dimension is not prepared to explore the future of renewable energy technologies except in inaccurate generalizations, then maybe it should maintain its integrity by avoiding the subject altogether

IT’S ALL THE SAME: PART - 2

I’ve done many things in life
from washing soda bottles
and surviving all the strife
to fighting corporate battles.
I’ve slept on wet street pavements
and hosted royal banquets
Tried every kinda high; from single malt
to  crude hooch with many a fault;
from grass to coke and speed
and downers and uppers indeed.
I did even sing in a bar for a living
Until God was so forgiving
Have served in many sectors
rubbed shoulders with many victors
Don’t like to talk much about it
For I find it sick to trumpet it
Cause I find it all the same
The rich man and the pauper
The draper and the barber
From the millionaire, the billionaire
to many a spoilt heiress or heir
From the so called saint to the sinner
to the poet, the dancer and the painter
They are all the same; just the same
All are the same; indeed a shame
The same flesh, skin and bones
but at each other, throwing stones
All the same until they find his name
The name of he who is above any name
and at his feet forgiveness seek
as egos with humility turn meek
to see the light that does shine bright
and teaches them what is right
Until then they are all same
same as everyone in name and game


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IT’S ALL THE SAME: PART - 1

I’ve slept on dirty pavements
in the cold downpour of acid rain
I’ve slept on goose down on gold plated beds
in luxury and comfort without pain
But the sleep that I had
was always refreshingly the same
Yes, the sleep that I had
was always refreshingly the same

I’ve eaten from roadside joints
next to overflowing garbage bins
I've dined in regal splendour at rich haunts
which were worthy of many kings
But the hunger that I had
and the food that I tasted was the same
Yes, the hunger that I had
and the food which I tasted was the same

I’ve travelled in horse and bullock carts
that my body did sway and rock
I’ve travelled as well in Rolls Royce jets
that made me feel no shock
While the journey may have been longer
the destination remained the same
and though the travel may have been slower
Yet, the destination always remained the same

I’ve bathed in stagnant ponds
and fast flowing rivers
I’ve bathed in gold plated bathrooms
with golden faucets and showers
but the bath that I had was always refreshing
and the location to my cleanliness did not add
Yes, the cleanliness so refreshing
Yes, the cleanliness was the same that I had

So the poor who hanker to be rich
and the rich who ill-treat the poor
need not worry that life is a bitch
and nothing is taken for granted or sure
Life is not just about being poor one day
and rich the next day thereafter.
It is about being comfortable either way
and at home though poor or rich ever after.

Written on 28th April 2020

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DUM SPIRO SPERO

As long as I breathe

There is hope

While I breathe in hope

there is breath to breathe

with hope.

Breath is indeed a rope;

the rope of hope

with which we cling

on to dear life

dangling on a string

awaiting better days.

Yes, hope is a rope of reality

that helps us in many ways

to cling onto sanity

for it is our hope

that things and people

which may be dope

will change and barriers topple

to raise love and peace

It is also sincerely hoped

That we live without disease

And in good health enveloped

We hope and pray

That those who with us

games doth play

are turned to dust

and their cunning and deceit

will soon be proved

as that which is counterfeit

and that the world may be moved

by love to together live

in rapturous harmony

and to each other freely give

without any acrimony

As long as I breathe

There is still hope.

While I breathe in hope

there is breath to breathe

with anticipation and hope

until I am so buried beneath

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RIDING THE CHARIOT OF MY MIND

My steeds breathing fire unbridled

Did cause many a commotion

Until my desires were slowly killed

To blinker and ride them in slow motion.

So to my chariot constructed with thoughts of desire

I did yoke my steeds from my stable.

I then did learn to control the horses breathing fire

And ride them until I was able

To witness the wonders within me, Sire.

I learnt the mechanics of my chariot of thought

With reeling thoughts like wings on fire

Did make my life better as my horses did trot

And send away all my desire.

I learnt the natures of my steeds

Which one to pull to turn which way

I understood their needs

And how they united to carry me away

The steed yoked to my right

Was always hot and bright

It made me victorious in every fight

As he carried me at the speed of light.

The steed thus yoked to my left

Was always cool for to me it femininely cleft

and helped me create the warp and weft

of this poem of meaning bereft.

My steeds breathing fire now bridled

Did attract another steed so magnificent

The third when yoked and bridled

Made me experience bliss so omniscient

ASKING GOD IN PRAYER

 I've stopped asking

God for anything

for I asked him to help me

avoid crowds

and prayed for peaceful driving

on my city's roads.

I prayed that he reduce pollution

and mankind to lead simple lives

without any confusion.

My prayers God answered

Soon my fellow men suffered

at the hands of a deadly virus

and their wails arose              

everywhere in chorus.

Now the roads are empty

and there are no crowds anywhere

There is no pollution

nor resultant suffocation

but I'm unable to go out

and in my room I stay put.

Yes, I've stopped asking God

to answer my prayers

and now pray that his will be done

always and forever...

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