'SILENT SCREAM'
Brewing the shreds of pain in Water
Corrupting the ancient style of Laughter
Killing the eyes that Innocently Blink
Blowing up the nerves that relatively Think
Purity is now a Myth, a blurry Notion
Souls are Tainted to fit in the Motion
Cheers!! for spoiling the life that we Breathe
Keep quiet, exploitation is part of our Creed
Filth is the new Trend competing with Greed
I write to lift the shadow of an old DREAM
As no one can smell my silent Scream
One day my journey will come to an end
But Words are immortal they’ll never die
Brewing the shreds of pain in Water
Corrupting the ancient style of Laughter
Killing the eyes that Innocently Blink
Blowing up the nerves that relatively Think
Purity is now a Myth, a blurry Notion
Souls are Tainted to fit in the Motion
Cheers!! for spoiling the life that we Breathe
Keep quiet, exploitation is part of our Creed
Filth is the new Trend competing with Greed
I write to lift the shadow of an old DREAM
As no one can smell my silent Scream
One day my journey will come to an end
But Words are immortal they’ll never die
A new chapter of life starts, with a heavy hangover of mumbai in my head
i look at this place chandigarh, already a hell confused
in my mind 'about the place i belong to'
Destiny it seems doesent seem to have any mercy on me .
Having been occupied most of the time by quantums of work.
I have not written much but all those who have been reading me
just one news for you "something big is coming"!!...
As for now i've recently written these poems,,
As for now i've recently written these poems,,
read them and tell me hw did you find them.......
Caught in deep pessimism, loosing all the turbulence from life.
Caught in deep pessimism, loosing all the turbulence from life.
Pouring a deep anguish on the paper was how 'dead as a soldier' was created...
'Dead as a soldier'
A tint of sun on a cloudy day
Deep footprints on wet clay
A tired soldier remembring home
With mud on his pants blood on his chest
He wishes for the tinted sun to unset
Breathing the last sunset of his life
He witnesses a strange light
Covering his face giving light a chase
He tries to outwit the holy rays
All in vain he crumbles alone
Still remembring his lovely home......
(mayurvirhangloo)
I am at best when i am alone no walls to bother this mental cone,
Being alone gives me a much deeper prespective towards life.
Lately i have got bundles of these lonely moments.
Wondering of how we become just another face in the crowd
having no control over life, i wrote this one...
Living like a worm
Sitting on the roadside watching the world move by
somewhere is a lonely child who wants to cry
everyday he sees his life bleeding
caught in the web of survival
plucking the cloves of meaning
doctrine dictates the terms
slogging each day like worms
sanity is a forgotten state that way back existed
grounded 16 feet deep in the earth his soul is unrested....
Living like a worm
Sitting on the roadside watching the world move by
somewhere is a lonely child who wants to cry
everyday he sees his life bleeding
caught in the web of survival
plucking the cloves of meaning
doctrine dictates the terms
slogging each day like worms
sanity is a forgotten state that way back existed
grounded 16 feet deep in the earth his soul is unrested....
(mayurvirhangloo )