Silence breeds sadness;
Conversations lies;
Each word calculated; each breath practiced
Sadness is the silence after loss
A craving for applause
Victory is also a mirage;
A facade. A gulp that corrupts the mind and soul.
With each victory, the self is lost.
A company of broken men.
A clique of distant hearts.
No beginning to the end;
An end right at the start.
Requires a heartless heart and a soul of stone
An ironclaw and a crown of thrones
The batman paradox;
A cult of personality;
Beyond comprehension and realm of reality
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 