New born

Newly born opens its vision, see's itself on a deadly mission;
weeping at its arrival, differentiating the ways of survival,
whole life on its card, comprehending the journey to be hard;
frightened heart beeps, as the violent world peeps.

Counting the streets in red, people on their lethal bed;
loud cry all around, fear of death within surround,
heartless minds see awake, living peace under stake;
sounds of hate - scream, ripping apart the humanity cream.

Living on a cruel symbol, life on its own gamble;
sense of fall showing up bright, future questions its sight,
live life is what it say, Almighty's decision to obey;
plenty of smile to fake, pinch of love to ache.

Foul foul cries the new born,
marking presence in this bloody world!!

Now Playing -- Addicted :D

Is this Death?..

Absolute silence come in front;
pages of thoughts about to be burnt.
Dreaming of future came to an end;
life give up itself to mend.
Is this a Death?

Screaming loud of duty that is due,
None to hear, just a mourning few.
Playing a game with plenty fouls,
thousands made reluctantly growl.

Heaven or Hell is the call,
Incautious and helpless body take a fall.
Immortal soul get a release,
leaving behind the life, which was on lease.
Is this a Death?

Death is what we finally achieve,
Respect to the journey we cherished.

Peace!!

Mow Playing -- Death is what we see :D