The man who holds in one hand the holy book,

And the profane knife of prejudice in the other one,

Along with, ponder with their rotten conscience ways to fool

The foolish ones are those with their malevolence for:

Have provoked myself to lose my devotion to the sacred one.

Nevertheless, I now do not have any shame in being faithless:

For my faith was a liability since for them it is the holy blade 

To enslave all of the gullible beings, who know not to reason?

For: they are the holy leaders of the holy world.

mayank sharma

life seems enjoyable, amusing under the influence of drugs, but when the thin air of smoke vanishes steadily, without  a trace than the mind could with clarity see, and when you have seen then you question yourself “ what has mankind done to itself ?“. The pain, the suffering, the guilt all comes again, alive like the seasons but with more vividness and intensity. the meaning eventually fades  as the dream, and now you see the naked truth; when it is not behind the curtains of lies put up by the people to hide the mere fact of we living in lies. The truth is meaningless, because it has now lost its charm; the value has been forgotten.

Mayank sharma

“I, and my name is the mountain” said he

Who stands firm with hope and determination.

“Behind me ends your pity sun, and then rises

I hath eyed your world too long that, I hath

Seen her every bloody phase and her compassion”

Quoth’d again he with a pride in his tone.

“I, so vast, so endless and so much deep

That thou and thy people will be lost in me, forever”

The rain begins as whispered he as a thunderous roar

And my legs then felt weak and I fell to the floor.

Fucking meaningless, I know, but so are our lives.

mayank sharma

                                                        

YOU ONLY KNOW WHAT IT MEANS

THE sandman

FACES OF A COIN
BY MIBOM TENG

Contemplating the scenery in a distant land

A glimpse of shadow caught my eye

Yes, He was the devil, with his two evil eyes

Moreover, He visited to my daydream that gloomy night

Then commanded me to confess my sins and lies

Nevertheless, who that man is to lie in the face of the divine

So then one by one, I confessed my wickedness and lies

My tongue grew restless and I spoke the evil I have done

One by one, one by one

However, now I was terrified about being entangled for life

Moreover, that moment I stated the greatest sin of murdering my wife

When I disclosed all my secrets, I felt unbound

Therefore, now I was fearless I asked the devil

“Oh, thou form of divinity what is the penalty of my crime?”

“Now thou that hath unveil all thy fallacy,

Thou hath become divine

I pardon thou for what thou hath done

Therefore, my son thy time has come to go to paradise”

Mayank Sharma

Serenity

The clouds that wander are speaking` to me with a smile

Sunlight passing` through the trees and reaching` my eyes

Dragonflies in their flight whispering` to me some pretty lies

The frank wind I breathe teaching` me lessons of life

The leaves that are fallen from the tree are now free

Honest smile of the friend that sits beside me

Chirping of the sweet little birds makes me feel alive

The chanting of the river giving` me a reason to rise

The imperfection ate nature; it is revealing` me to myself

The god in whom I refused to believe gives me everlasting faith

My mind questioning reality that surrounds’ me and my existence

In vastness of earth, I am lost with my loneliness

The lovely hills echoes the sound of love and sacrifice

Silver raindrops seeking` solitude falling from the quiet blue sky

The god who claims the flower of this mellow summer of June

Ant the rustling` of the leaves ignites a spark within me

Mayank Sharma

ARTIST - MIBOM TENG

Sitting in my terrace with a headache

I gazed above and saw some clouds

Then for some moments I contemplated

How freely without boundaries did they wandered?

The cloud formations reflected my thoughts

And revealed to me what I wanted to observe

They spoke a long lost language

That now only birds do understand

They look to be lonely and lost

But the rough winds are guide them

Sometimes they bring with them death

Otherwise they always be so kind

I sat dreaming and watched them drift by

And I felt a strange stillness in my mind

Mayank Sharma

"I'd rather let the music speak for itself."
Serj Tankian 

artist - mibom teng

ALTER THE REAL
"Sometimes the truth lies beyond the reflection"
Artist - Mibom Teng

"Suicide is not just killing yourself, but the world outside"
Artist - Mibom Teng

“Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.” 
― Serj Tankian

WAVES
2 INCH X  2 INCH

TO MY BROTHER.........

“I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.” 

― Kurt Cobain