True till the end of eternity
Lying till the beginning of time,
Crushed by the obscenity of the dying
And the blood that leaked from the eyes
If you wanted the wheels to fall off
If you wanted an escape
If you wanted the lights to flicker at night
If you wanted to continue the masquerade
100 million stories; 200 million lies;
Reflections & hallucinations; hazy eyes.
Jumping off the edge, rising from the ground.
No end. No beginning. No plead. No sound.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 