Tuesday, May 8, 2012

It's a Selfish World

The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner

Amidst the cries of god and fate

The noises created by crime and hate

You jeer watching the world tear, divided in greed and jealousy

Standing as one, the best of friends, Kith and Kin, you even smile in their misery

The walls red, blood everywhere, you slither in a dark deep corner

You smirk watching people fall apart and come together

In the goriest of places, quiet and waiting, ready to strike- you viper

Oh love, You Devil You

6 comments:

Sukriti Jain said...

And the poet resurfaces!

Mukund said...

Well it's my first poem for the blog...

Extinguisgable !! said...

Ye le! ye le! ....

Mason, my friend...Tell me...What is left to believe in, when you are betrayed, by your own? When all that you are, all that you have done, is buried beneath the lies and deceit of corrupt men. I will die in this wretched place. The only thing that keeps me alive, is the thirst for vengeance.

Mukund said...

There is always more to life brother...

Viktor Reznov’s been dead for 5 years. He died at Vorkuta during the escape! All these years you thought he was with you – that was just in your mind!

Teja said...

My goodness.. all poets here huh.. lemme give it a try then
Roses are red, violets are blue,
I love the poem, its really true!!

Mukund said...

@Teja: Wah kya poem hai... aati uttam... ;)