Red Is Like A Trumpet Sound

I ASKED THE LITTLE BOY WHO CANNOT SEE

I asked the little boy who cannot see,

"And what is colour like?"

"Why, green," said he,

"Is like the rustle when the wind blows through

The forest; running water, that is blue;

And red is like a trumpet sound; and pink

Is like the smell of roses; and I think

That purple must be like a thunderstorm;

And yellow is like something soft and warm;

And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie

And dream."

ANON

Morpheus Speaks

MORPHEUS Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream, Neo? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

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MORPHEUS The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room. You can see it out your window, or on your television. You feel it when you go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

NEO What truth?

MORPHEUS That you are a slave, Neo. That you, like everyone else, was born into bondage ... kept inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind.

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MORPHEUS The Matrix is a system Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save ... You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it. 

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Everybody Dreams

I took this photograph a couple of weeks ago, whilst picnicing with the family, lying there on the grass, staring up at the sky and the branches of the trees.

Everybody Dreams

Children dream,
Adults dream,
Old people dream.

I dream, too.

I dream about the friends with whom I'll grow old,
I dream about the person whose hands I'll hold,
I dream about being young and in love,
I dream about loved ones, looking down from above.

I dream of the places I'll one day see,
I dream of being wild and free,
I dream of my house, high on the rocks,
I dream of the sand underneath my socks.

I dream of the people I'd love to greet,
I dream of the things I'll say when we meet,
I dream of hearing their voices sing,
I dream of being happy with everything.

I dream of travelling with a map in my hand,
I dream of never coming back to this land,
I dream of finding myself - in sense
I dream of jumping far off this fence.

I dream of any things that one day I'll know,
I dream of the freedom: a dream I won't let go,
I dream of my future and marvel at my pride
As my heart is flying and singing inside.

Twilight Whispers

The Prison Dream (2)

This song by Fiza Fayaz is inspired by Ghani Khan's The Prison Dream. Khan Abdul Ghani Khan, of course, was the son of Bacha Khan and this poem was written during Ghani Khan's political incarceration at Hyderabad Jail in 1948.

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I dream, I dream, and seek for it some answer from the world.
I lie and rest my head on the beloveds lap;

I dream that I set off like a butterfly;
Fly round a narcissus and skim past a jasmine;
Circle the necklace round the beloveds delicate neck
And hail her, invisible, with silent greetings.
I dream, and seek for it some answer from the world
I dream...

I dream that I set out shrouded in a zephyr;
Go to my darlings side as a vision of love;
Hang before her eyes like a desert dream,
And lose in one jangle the riches of my life.
I dream, and seek for it some answer from the world
I dream...

I dream of an evening at a garden full of flowers
Red eyes of the cupbearer with wine in ruddy hands;
Fingers on a sitar in elation like Khayyams,
Gently turning over it the sweet fable of love.
I dream, and seek for it some answer from the world
I dream...

I dream, I dream, and seek for it some answer from the world.
I lie and rest my head on the beloveds lap;
I dream...

Written by Ghani Khan in Hyderabad Jail 1948
Translation by: ghanikhan.wordpress.com

The Prison Dream (1)

Khob winam alama ka e sok rakri maana

Prot yem sar mi ayekhe da khpal yaar pa zangana
I dream o wise ones, if (only) someone gives me the meaning
I rest my head here, on my beloveds lapGhani Khan

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