A moss pit that is a counterfeit ranging from trauma and agony
A middle finger to society inciting rioting
A rage against the wings in the political stream
Misunderstood words & thoughts that nurture creativity
A kiss stolen under a christmas tree with taboo’d relationships that are innocuous
While she gets touched by men double her age while the family lives in denial
Refile & reload; another bullet to the wall
Rewrite the story from a fresh page
With pangs of anger that are not to be inked
Still cling to the skin like the demon we pray to
Anti god for life for the gods that consume you failed us
Head banging life away; tears mixed with sweat whiplash on a summer day
After the show we are a caricature of ourselves; same fears, same laws.
Here, for a few hours or so, we are metal, freak gods.
Satan. \m/
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 