I wish I could define an excuse which explains in a single word of how busy I have been. My mind has been goading me and there is so much I want to write about but time just does not seem to be grateful to me. Even now I try to grasp with what should I write about. I guess I just want to write a verse... The metaphors and the meanings may be personal and may not even explain to the layman what I mean, but I want a catharsis and only this verse will help me to do it...
Sold out is my show,
The actors have made their bow,
Men and women clapped,
They cried and they laughed,
Some snickered,
Some bickered,
But they stayed through it all.
My show is sold out.
And I am left on the stage.
Where is my part-
The role I designed,
the role that sets me apart.
When the audience is gone,
Who shall I play it for?
The lights are off,
The stage is dark,
Who shall say now-
My show was a sold out.
When they leave the hall
I play the best part of all,
I play my self
And only one shall see me now,
My mirror on the wall,
To me, my show will again be a sold out.
2 comments:
Ya very true those who are graced by god,their shows allways sold out....Bless u..
Well written about ur own self!!!!
Sim
The Stage - the sold out show...
The paradox of emotions - joy when you succeed yet an emptyness within at the end of it all.Standing alone on stage when all have left..
My favourite lines -
'When the audience is gone,
Who shall I play it for?
The lights are off,
The stage is dark,
Who shall say now-
My show was a sold out.'
Simply beautiful Sir!
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