Masquerade of men
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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 am the mountain
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“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.
mayank sharma
