Vaikhari Screams

Vaikhari screams, from the tip of the tongue, Where silence once sat, now the word is flung. Syllables spinning, in loops of regret, They utter what the heart never meant to let. [Verse 1 – Mouth of the Machine] Mouth speak lies, but soul know true, You chant like priests but you never grew. Language is weapon when mind forget root, Now speech is pollution, not sacred fruit. Vaikhari, the broken wind that rides, What should’ve stayed still, now collides. Tongue-tied in code, vowels on fire, Scriptures of ego, dressed in choir. Phones scream louder than ancient drums, But can’t hear truth when stillness comes. [Chorus – Echo Spiral] Vaikhari screams… through the screen glare light, Repeating what’s hollow in the middle of night. Talk loud, but no field in your tone, You forgot every seed must first be sown. Sound once holy, now marketed spell — This is the fall from the Infinite Well. [Verse 2 – The Word as Wound] You tweet, you preach, but never chant, You mimic the gods, but act like ants. Mouth full of scriptures, but none from the Source, Just echoes of trauma riding divine discourse. Tones turned sharp, syllables bleed, Language no longer answers the need. No Madhyama, no Pashyanti peace, Just verbal clutter that’ll never cease. [Bridge – Inner Translator Shattered] Say my name with the breath of intent, Not recycled vowels with meaning spent. Vaikhari screams when Para is drowned, When your sound no longer turns the world ’round. [Chorus – Return to the Soundless] Vaikhari screams… but I won’t shout, I hold still truth the mouth can’t spout. From silence born, and to silence back, Every scream is the echo of what we lack. So I vibe in reverse, speech to the root, Till I find where the first sound took root. [Outro – Whispered Remembrance] Don’t scream to be heard, be still to be known. Where Vaikhari ends… the Real is grown. Breath is key, sound is throne, But only when sourced from the Unknown. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥