In that city that does not dream
In that city that does not dream
Its sins ,its foundations, its lost souls
Its lies, its lights , its secrets
Its filth, its gardens, its bone graves
Darkness fills the skies
Winter all over again
Rains flood the night
Cries hount the air
Trees fallen by the side
Those ears that never heard a song
Those eyes that never saw colour
Those hands that never touched beauty
Those hearts that never felt loved
Its memories, Its death, Its dreams
Sleeping in the shadow of sorrow
In that city that does not dream
Think Wisely
For every thought that reflects your mind,
There is a thought that reflects you.
Life is today, what it may not be tomorrow,
But what is tomorrow is upto you.
For every minute that reflects your day,
There is a minute that reflects you.
Your thoughts are today,
What your words are tomorrow.
Think wisely.
A Sunk Feeling
The one thing less likely to make a right than two wrongs is one wrong mulishly pursued.
We pick an option , make a decision, chart a course. And then it turns out that we have picked, made or charted incorrectly.
If this is a decision in business, there always is the choice to go back, reevaluate and rechart the process and get out from the sunk costs. Investments of time and money than can be made up.
What should we do, if this is a decision in life?
Investments of time that we cant get back . A stake in the past should not affect the decisions about the future. Making a mistake and not admitting , it is just hurting yourself twice. Sticking it out, despite the wrong choice , it is just hurting yourself over and over.
A foolish consistency, An indecision. A sunk feeling
What will your verse be?
Dead Poets Society
Peter Weir
Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Keating: Now I'd like you to step forward over here. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? --- Carpe --- hear it? --- Carpe,
Carpe Diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.
Keating: O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.
Keating: No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Neil: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life ... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Hopkins: The cat sat on the mat.
Keating: Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins, yours is the first poem to have a negative score on the Pritchard scale. We're not laughing at you. We're laughing near you. I don't mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat or a flower or rain. Poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don't let your poems be ordinary.
Keating: A man is not "very tired". He is exhausted. Don't use "very sad." Use, come on Mr. Overstreet, you twerp.
Knox: Morose?
Keating: Exactly. "Morose." Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is, Mr. Anderson. Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? Mr. Perry.
Neil: Uh, to communicate?
Keating: Nooo!! To woo women!
Todd: Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.
Keating: Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular. Even though the heard may go " That's bad." Robert Frost said, " Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I, I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference." I want you to find your own walk right now, your own way of striding, pacing: any direction, anything you want. Whether it's proud or silly. Anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours. You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself.
List of Poems in Dead Poets Society
She Walks In Beauty - Lord Byron
The Ballad of William Bloat - Raymond Calvert
The Prophet - Abraham Cowley
To the Virgins, Make Much of Time - Robert Herrick
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
The Congo - Vachel Lindsay
Sonnet XVIII - William Shakespeare
Excerpt from Ulysses - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Excerpt from Walden - Henry David Thoreau
O Captain My Captain - Walt Whitman
O Me! O Life! - Walt Whitman
Song of Myself XVI - Walt Whitman
Song of Myself Section 52 - Walt Whitman
Her Silence
King Mongkut (Chow Yun-Fat): When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.
The natural state of mankind
John Quincy Adams (Anthony Hopkins): The natural state of mankind is instead -- and I know this is a controversial idea -- is freedom... is freedom. And the proof is the length to which a man, woman or child will go to regain it once taken. He will break loose his chains. He will decimate his enemies. He will try and try and try, against all odds, against all prejudices, to get home.
like a box of chocolates
Forrest Gump (Tom Hanks): My Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you're gonna get...
Happy Birth-Day
Ali Khan, Nusrat Fateh - October/13/1948
Backus, Georgia - October/13/1900
Boetuis, Holger - October/13/1901
Brooke, Walter - October/13/1914
Bruce, Lenny - October/13/1925
Brusse, Ellen - October/13/1950
Campbell, Tisha - October/13/1968
Carter, Chris - October/13/1956
Chapman, Edward - October/13/1901
Coley, John Ford - October/13/1951
Dalton, Lacy J. - October/13/1948
Davis, Taryn - October/13/1985
Day,Laraine - October/13/1917
Douglas, S. Ashanti - October/13/1980
Friedland, Georges - October/13/1910
G, Ali - October/13/1971
Gill, Claes - October/13/1910
Grey, Lady Jane - October/13/1537
Griffith, Talley - October/13/1972
Hagar, Sammy - October/13/1947
Haggar, Sammy - October/13/1948
Harper, Derek - October/13/1961
Hiltunen, Ari - October/13/1956
Howard, Jean - October/13/1910
Howie, Tara - October/13/1973
Jones, Jerry - October/13/1942
Kerrigan, Nancy - October/13/1969
Kerwin, James - October/13/1973
Lawrence, Bryan - October/13/1909
Leppanen, Kaisu - October/13/1904
Livi, Ivo - October/13/1921
Marks, Gerald - October/13/1900
Matsushima, Nanako - October/13/1973
McCain, Cady - October/13/1969
McMullan, James - October/13/1938
Menon, Sreekesh - October/13/1978
Miller, Justin - October/13/1969
Montand, Yves - October/13/1921
Moran, Patsy - October/13/1903
Mouskouri, Nana - October/13/1934
Namase, Katsuhisa - October/13/1960
O'Neal,Jermaine born on October 13, 1978
Osmond, Marie - October/13/1959
Pickard, Helena - October/13/1900
Pickles, Wilfred - October/13/1904
Pierce, Paul - October/13/1977
Preston, Kelly - October/13/1962
Rice, Jerry - October/13/1962
Rivers, Glenn - October/13/1961
Rollens, Jack - October/13/1902
Russell, Nipsey - October/13/1924
Sanders, Summer - October/13/1972
Schneider, Rob - October/13/1965
Shaw, Wilbur - October/13/1902
Simon, Paul - October/13/1941
Sky, Jennifer - October/13/1977
Sissako, Abderrahmanc - October/13/1961
Sorensen, II, Poul - October/13/1906
Tal, Shiraz - October/13/1974
Tatum, Art - October/13/1909
Thatcher, Margaret - October/13/1925
Thorpe, Ian - October/13/1982
Tiffin, Pamela - October/13/1942
Torreton, Philippe - October/13/1965
Troup, Bobby - October/13/1918
Vermolen, Ellemieke - October/13/1976
Wilde, Cornel - October/13/1915
Wilson, Desmond - October/13/1946
Around the corner, I have a friend .
Around the corner, I have a friend .
In this World, With no end.
The days go by and weeks rush off,
Before I know , years run by.
I never see her face, or hear her voice
Life is swift , its insane race,
She knows I like her just as well,
In those days when I rang her bell.
And we rode around in my car,
We were younger then,
All busy and fancy now
Rushing and Pushing our separate ways
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on her"
" Just to show that I'm thinking of her."
Tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
Distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, lives my friend,
In a corner far far away.
Around the corner , many miles away.
Along the ways , I remember her.
I know she does the same.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
In my dreams, In my prayers.
Around the corner, I have a friend .
In this World, With new beginings
Hearty Smile
Faith can win hearts and a smile can bring happiness
Mindless Slaves
Slavery of the mind is perjury on the soul
My Meetings.
My Meetings.
People meet and depart
By taking or breaking heart
leaves behind the memory of past
Which forever long last.
The unexpected meeting
changed the world around me
Which was so beautiful as it could never be
Everyday was an excitement which now i can't find
The days are gone leaving me behind.
Now, the sweet memory becomes a mere dream
Whenever thought comes; the eyes gleam.
A weak expectation remains together
The hopeful eyes searching rather.
The fabled days had been swept away
With the time and disappeared in the haze
But the memory altogether remains
The heart wanting the time to repeat again.
