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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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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A season that never ends.
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Outside, autumn reigns with colors of gold and rust,
walking in fancy colors, is really a sad, old whore
Within, the autumn stays forever, heaps of ash and dust,
it was born when I was born, will die when I’m no more
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Outside, there is a verdict, a cruel and harsh judgment,
unsolicited and uninvited, yet delivered firmly in the face
Within, there exists failure, dark, rotten, and repugnant,
it was born when I was born, will die when I quit the race
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Outside, there is refusal, a hard and cold rejection,
imparted cruelly, yet justified and utterly sensible
Within, there exists misery, a bitter and dark dejection,
it was born when I was born, will die as I am dispensable
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Outside, there is warmth, an almost useless affection,
a product of reciprocity, mere courtesy, and manners
Within, there is love - a brightly burning perfection,
it was born when I was born, will die with lowered banners
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Outside, there is sadness, and within it is always blue,
in perfect harmony, the weeping violin and the crying cello
Outside, the autumn reigns, and within, there is an autumn too,
were there when I was born, will fade as the ink turns yellow
What if everything we believe about right and wrong, love and hate, and heaven and hell, is just an elaborate lie we tell ourselves to feel significant?
A provocative philosophical poem structured as a series of “what if” questions that systematically dismantle fundamental human beliefs about existence, morality, choice, and emotion.
What if there is no eternity, there is no heaven or hell?
What if there are no consequences, good or bad, at all?
The guilt is just a loathsome burden, a rotten, stinking smell,
while life is just a dream, no ups or downs, big or small
What if there is no choice, there is no right or wrong?
What if there are no options, left or right, at all?
Life is just the time, singing a long, sad song,
while fate sits smiling, and quietly rules all
What if there is no color, there is no black or white?
What if there are no shades, dark or light, at all?
Life is just reflections, a kaleidoscope made right,
while our dreams are just dancing shadows on a wall
What if there is no feeling, there is no love or hatred?
What if there are no emotions, anger, or fear at all?
We are all just great actors, holding our roles sacred,
while each act promptly happens on the director’s call
What if there is no change, there is no sadness or joys?
What if there are no upheavals, high or low, at all?
We are all just God’s property, His breakable toys,
played with, and tossed aside, in His great hall
Shehryar khawar 