Mayank Sharma's Blog

With eyes red as beat,
all drenched with water,
heart as if sobbing,
every fraction and after,
He kept spending nights,
waiting for a sleep,
memoirs kept juggling,
smacking across his empty heart,
he waited long then thought of pills,
but failed to have one,
and then came the day,
he did what he hated most,
something from which he kept running,
but this time opened the doors closed,
Society calling him drunkard,
but it gave him a smile,
they said he is out of senses,
this is what he desired,
and finally after every joyous day,
started knocking awaited moment,
he started sleeping...
so what under blanket of WHISKEY LULLABY

The day feels like another decade,
with wounds of yesterday unaided,
the sound from the clock,
is killing joy every second,
with gloom around ready to apprehend,
slumber less i asking pain to far flow,
defeat all in hand today,
do life still holds the glow,
making me feel the day like a decade,
with wounds of yesterday all unaided......

he never knew how to express,
the one he loves,
never had the tricks to impress,
the one he loves,
incognito he kept his feelings from,
the one he loves,
detached himself away from,
the one he loves,
and succeeded the day when,
She accepted it was his attraction not love,
He built a dam of memoirs in eyes,
and constructed smile on face,
and that's how he lived with,
the one he loves....

unexpressed he moved,
keeping it all inside,
a smile he wore,
Building dam over his eyes,
never shared his heart,
not even with his shadowed part,
Seemed as if looking for someone,
in very person he met,
He kept walking miles after miles,
but all turned someday in some way,
like a gleaming Knife,
and each of them cried,
when the death narrated his story of life,

silence echoed,
mesmerizing the souls,
eyes kept glued,
the thoughts drenched all,
i felt the soil within,
while the feelings raised high.....
words speechless,
emotions expressionless,
thoughts revoking,
what stood hidden since long,
i touched the depth of ocean,
while the feelings raised high....
fighting with the pen,
forgot all pains,
dying desires asked to visit the place,
to feel the serenity and be with divine,
praying i sat over knees,
while the feelings raised high.....

I thought its the beginning,
but it proved to be an end,
what i considered ocean,
was mere desert sand,
the boulevard!! have i chosen??,
or was it times apprehend,
dichotomy with me walks in light,
arousing failures in my attempts to mend,
determined of walking miles i move,
to have something by the end,
unaware i am of it being ocean,
or will sleep in mere desert sand......

Yes the shadows cried whole night,
missing the sunlight,
and yes strange it is we need the gleam,
to see the darker side,
dark i found those i met in day,
while my friends from night,
ohh yes in them i met Frey,
but helpless i kept looking,
when shadows cried missing the light..

Meri maut ki khabar,
Yaaron usse na dena,
Keh dena ki thik hun mein,
Sach Jaan voh na reh paaegi,
Voh to pagli hai na jee paegi......
Jab doli uski vahan uthe,
Tab JAnaza mera badha dena,
Kuch yun ki aakri safar par,
uska ek deedar ho jaaye,
bas usse khabar na ho,
Sach dekh voh na reh paaegi,
Voh to pagli hai na jee paaegi.....
jab phere voh le vahaan,
tab cheeta meri jala dena,
Kuch yun ki uski khushiyaan,
Aasman mein sang ho jaayen mere,
bas usse khabar na ho,
Sach jaan voh na reh paaegi,
Voh to pagli hai na jee paegi....
Mera to jeevan ant hua,
par nayi shuruat par usse badhaayi dena,
aur puche voh kahaan hun mein,
keh dena hamesha ki tarah,
maikhaane mein madhosh bewafa sa,
par usse kuch na kehna,
Sach jaan voh na reh paaegi,
Voh to pagli hai na jee paegi.......

Let the morning mourn,
Birds flee with wings of stone,
Waxed hearts weeping to burn,
And night sneaking joy with tears all alone,
But Show must go on...
Slush burning out of vexation,
And fire without heat,
Out of humour in universe,
Tears taking fleet,
Feelings expressionless,
And words speechless
As if stars in dark bemoan,
But Show must go on...

Thee are my love,
Oh soul around,
In my hours lonely thee are the only sound,
Thee are my honour and my pride,
Its thee with whom I have joy ride,
Rides over the oceans and the rivers,
On top through the mountains and plateaus,
I love oceanic gleams of city with thee,
And so the desert sand,
We do stay high,
But never felt shy to bend,
Its thee with whom its always beginning,
Never an End.