Instead of following footsteps let’s create our own.
Silence was born from the ashes of peace.
There has to be some evil in the world for it to continue
I found a tool to express myself, a way to de-link myself,
From the worldly anthem, from the manly lord,
From those people who never let you free and roam.
Far beyond their reach this tool took me to places, where I saw people going half crazy…
I used it as a shield and from behind it, I kept an eye,
Their eye when met my I, they fought a battle,
my body wasn’t hurt but my thoughts were…
Comfortably numb, I was walking on a path,
Healing my mind with illusion and wrath,
Physically I walked amidst those tyrannical rules,
Mentally I saw them making people fool.
What a shame! I thought while walking past them,
I didn’t realised what a fool I am!
The world in which I live feeds on people like me.
The illusion of freedom mocked my wrath,
It turned into someone who controls my path.
I thus got trapped in my own mind and became a prey to my own kind.
I found my peace in the middle of chaos.
I piled my thoughts
And locked them inside
Little did I knew
That it will eat me alive.
Slowly,slowly ,very slowly
Its poison disseminated in whole body
It left me and my soul binded
To some unseen, unfathomable crisis.
My mind began to loose its grip
And I lost all, that made me, ‘Me’
But this was just the trailer of the show,
The real scene was much beyond my hope.
Apparitions of ‘faith’ mocked my ‘trust’
And left behind a trail of dust.
My body now walks without a soul,
This hollow body has now nothing to hold.
Roaming aimlessly like a cursed figure,
Its mouth been stitched with the thread of fear.
Fear of roaming like this for eternity,
Kissed by illusion and seduced by blasphemy.