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Symphony Of Death

In this world of majestic souls, how often do you meet yourself?
The one that was superior to all, carrying the heart of an angel all blue.
I wonder if you’re still friends with the one, you used to love.
The one that spread the aroma of innocence, all inhabited in you!!


But if not lately, have you met your old self travelling alone,
And you’re still stuck in the acceptance of the world’s dynamism.
I urge you to lock yourself from the world, and for once you do,
I bet you shall find an angel in a closet that once lived in you.


And if tears stream down your eyes, having met a selfless self,
Don’t you wipe them off, like the mighty cowards learn to do.
For once you cry your heart out, and you’ll find in the strength,
To realize how you’re living now is just a symphony of death.


No more should you believe, that you are in all resonance,
And parallel with that someone you once used to be.
The old knew nothing but love, even if the complexities hurt.
And now your love brings up logic to escape the chaos of dirt.


How I wish you didn’t let the winds of adversities change you.
And you would not choose to die, even if hard be your test of love.
Leave aside how you’d mourn in the midst of your monstrous roar,
You know you’ve already murdered your morality long before.


What an excuse you’ve always given yourself, for this lifeless life ahead.
That the skies were rough and there was dark all over your head.
And that the world made you whatever you have become now.
So less you know you could still choose to live no matter how.



But you died the day you dropped the emotions behind.
And ever since then you die every moment when you are not you.
So when this world shows some love again, just don’t exhale a cold breath.
I wish you show them you’re alive again, and not just living a symphony of death.

~ShubhanshuVijay

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