There will come a day before the decay
when words will spill out like blood from an artery
there will be a night, before the twilight
that will drive away the bigotry
gifts under a Christmas tree
A promise to retreat
white flags beyond boundaries
humanity a norm; love the answer.
Awaiting disaster.
Go on faster; the lights blind us.
Money a great equaliser? Lies.
Growing old while searching gold: demise.
Resurrection.
A conscience beating like a dream in a child.
A new life, curated beyond corruption.
Like water droplets in the ocean: Rise.
Conversations & regrets.
Coffee and cigarettes.
Be my guest.
The curtain opens.
Welcome to the familiar commotion (that we all share):
Life.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 