SCREAM!!!!!
You wanna scream at something – really anything at all;
you wanna scream at someone – really anyone at all
You wanna shout to make God bend down and call;
you wanna shout till your voice echoes in His great hall
But in the end, you are just screaming at yourself;
banging your own head against the silent wall
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Introduction
A contemplative poem featuring an old monk under an oak tree who explores the profound relationship between anger and silence through a series of striking metaphors. This meditative verse contrasts the destructive chaos of anger with the transformative power of silence, presenting them as mother and child, thunder and rain, sword and force. The poem delves into Buddhist philosophy and mindfulness teachings, examining how anger represents momentary experience while silence embodies lasting wisdom.
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Under a Banyan tree, an old monk sat,
his life - cool shade and a bamboo mat
Eyes were closed, and his heart so still,
oblivious to pain and sharp n’ harsh chill
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‘Anger is the wind,’ he muttered to himself,
‘whispering in the trees, calming down itself
Anger is the mother, and silence is the child,
a fiery dragon and her offspring, so mild’
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‘Anger is scalding chaos, silence brings order,
chaos and order - there is only a vague border
Anger is the thunder, silence is the rain,
anger is so loud while silence stills the pain’
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‘Anger is a sword, while silence is a force,
violence and the power, the ego is the source
Anger is a hammer, while silence is patience,
anger is so bold, while silence brings complacence’
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‘Anger is a curse, while silence is a blessing,
what is true and what is not, there is no harm confessing
Anger is a burden, while silence is a treasure,
shedding and protecting, both beyond measure’
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‘Anger is experience, silence is the wisdom,
anger is a moment, while silence is a kingdom
Anger lights the blaze, silence is the smoke,
knowing is the product, wrapped in a cloak’
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‘Your time has ended, now leave me all alone!’
the monk addresses anger and marks it in the stone
‘Silence has begun - its reign feels so cold,
along comes the knowledge - so cruel and so bold’
SCREAM!!!!!
You just want to scream at something – really anything at all;
you just want to scream at someone – really anyone at all
You want to shout to make God pay heed and listen;
you want to shout till your voice echoes in His great hall
But in the end, you just scream at yourself;
banging your own head against the silent wall
CRUSH!!!!!
You just want to crush something – really anything at all;
you just want to crush someone – really anyone at all
You want to rub every face raw into the grounded glass;
they may beg mercy or on their stomach they may crawl
But in the end, you just crush your own spirit;
breathing your last, and unable to pay the toll
DESTROY!!!!!
You just want to destroy something – really anything at all;
you just want to destroy someone – really anyone at all
You want to scorch every living cell into grey sodden ash;
they all well deserve their punishment after all
But in the end, you just destroy yourself;
shattering into oblivion, and feeling so small
HATE!!!!!
You just want to hate something – really anything at all;
you just want to hate someone – really anyone at all
You want to hate till your hate fills all the voids;
they are all to be detested, you want to hate them all
But in the end, you just hate your own self;
your ego breaking into pieces, your pride suffers a fall
KILL!!!!!
You just want to kill something – really anything at all;
you just want to kill someone – really anyone at all
You want to kill till there is nothing more to kill;
the victims may beg or they may pathetically bawl
But in the end, you just kill your own self;
the blood flowing black, amidst the regret that you haul
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This is what happens when kindness is wasted, loyalty is ignored, and patience snaps.
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To you, my friend, who cared to give a fuck,
to you, my friend, who chose to care for all
None of your fucks ever mattered,
none of them were counted at all
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For God’s sake, don’t be so fucking sad,
you just gave a fuck and not your whole life
For Heaven’s sake, your fuck wasn’t even that good,
it was a dull blade at the most, not even a sharp knife
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You think you just gave a fuck or two,
and they were all that were ever needed?
You believe even if you gave countless fucks,
were they all the shit that you ever ceded?
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You and your countless stupid fucks,
both be damned to the red hell and back
All the damn fucks you ever cared to give,
and the fucks you didn’t ever try to crack
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Keep your fuck and keep it hidden and safe,
it is not needed at all, in fact, it never was
Keep your fucking love and keep it with you,
it is not valued at all; in fact, it never was
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To all your fucks, only a ‘fuck you’ is granted,
and that too is a generosity beyond words
You deserved less, and you got far, far more,
only cause you ain’t complete but in sherds
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To you, my friend, who cared to give a fuck,
to you, my friend, who chose to care for all
None of your fucks ever mattered,
none of them were counted at all
Shehryar khawar 