Metalheads \m/

ONCE A METALHEAD, ALWAYS A METALHEAD \M/

Up the Irons\M/

Yes this time Metalheads\m/ it is. Whatever you may like to call them: jerks, freaks, psycho, craziest people alive on the earth, douchbags, headbangers or unorthodox. It is very hard to explain metalheads just in terms of words. First of all, every metalhead is a brother / sister to the other metalhead, it's kind of a code of conduct for these mavericks. They greet each other by showing horns of metal which kind of looks like \m/. This depiction of them generally long crazy hairs, bulky beards, bald heads, tattoos all over there body and pierced skin make them look stand out of the crowd and unique. Metalheads are crazy about heavy metal music which have several sub-genres such as thrash metal, groove metal, nu metal, black metal, death metal, doom metal, metalcore, melodic death metal and many many more. One common phenomenon in these kind of music is that they are related to satan, drugs, rage or something painful happened to one in life. It kind of feels like an evil inside of you is awakened from a long sleep and now it is unleashed to rule the world. Heavy music acts like a stimulation to the lost paranoid frustrated metalheads and they seek salvation in this way. 

Generally non metal fans find this kind of music very irksome, loud and above their decibel hearing limit, but metalheads and music fans are kind of addicted to the heavy metal and appreciate every bit of it to the fullest. A heavy metal genre consists of heavily amplified electric guitars, bass guitars, double bass/single bass drums and singers who growls, screeches or screams depending on the feel of the song. A kind of pain can be felt in the screeching voice of the singer and feeling of rage can be interpreted from his growling howls. The abyss technicalities of this genre, hard melodic riffs along with technical solos is much more deeper than the normal rock/pop genres and only a person with in-depth knowledge of the music can appreciate it. 

This was a brief introduction of metal and metalheads to non-metal followers. Feel free to be a part of it anytime because Metalheads live for what they love and drink  what they like and eat what they cherish......
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Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.

 Robert South

If heavy metal bands ruled the world, we'd be a lot better off.

Bruce Dickinson

I like playing heavy metal music and pretending I'm a vampire in front of the mirror.

Luke Mably

I think the minute you mention death, people run for the hills - unless it's heavy metal. People do not like death.

Rufus 

Up the irons \M/

Solitude in the Rain by Suyash Bhai ❤️

There are times when I want to be left alone. The time when the warm air gives slight hint of gentle cold breeze and makes the clouds heavy. The time when the tress awaits their share after a long wait and the birds are in a cheerful mood. The time when the rain pours down the ground with its complete heart as if being united to its lost love. The time when the scent of dust makes me want to breath more air and the whistling wind reminds me of an old memorable song thinking of which I feel nostalgic.  The time when the roads are empty and the boys come running out of their house and bathe themselves in the muddy water careless about the world and people around them. Yes, there are times when I want to be left alone. When I turn my face towards the sky and see tiny spherical drops glitter in that silent space where I am alone and my spirit is without fear.....

His Own Way

In the world full of hypocrites,

He ran his own race,

People tried to betray him, 

But he kept moving on his own strength,

Not following the crowd into the dark,

He lightened his own way,

Recovering from the gruesome injury,

He put all his sorrows to slay,

In the part where no one was his own,

He stayed firm as a rock,

Now he is the one who knocks,

And is the sole creator of his own way.

Zindgi

Ek pankh ki tarah halki fulki ye zindgi,

Karwate badalti udhti firti ye zindgi,

Waqt ke aashiyane ko samet le chali ye zindgi,

Kitaabo ke panno ki tarah palat ti jaa rahi hai ye zindgi.

Beetein lamhon ki minaar hai ye zindgi,

Insan ka har ek kirdaar hai ye zindgi,

In lamhon me dhalti jaa rahi hai ye zindgi,

Jee lo mujhe beintehaan je bhar ke,

Kehti jaa rahi hai mujhse ye zindgi.

Wake up call

We often take photographs and one day we will become one,

Entrapped in our own mind one day we will turn into kind of a rebellion,

Lost from the track one day we will stumble and fall,

Now is a correct time for the perfect wake up call.

Stabbed from our own people we won't trust anyone no more,

With little left on our side we would ride the way all alone,

Brace up before the fight within us turns out into a brawl, 

Improvise, adapt and overcome as it a correct time for the perfect wake up call.

The Lost One's

Some are lost due to the distance,

Some are lost due to the change,

Some are lost due to their excessive loving,

And some are lost because of the heartbroken pain.

There are many that we lose in our lives,

May be for a small period or for an entire lifetime,

But they leave imprints on our hearts like no one do,

Because when we lost them we never ever really knew,

That they would be gone forever from the journey of our lives, 

And we won't even have a chance to say them a proper good-bye.

Anyways the show must go on,

And so is the philosophy of life, 

Learn from the past and move on,

Because holding on to it will only leave you behind.