The Stage



The stage being the caricature of the world

as coined by the Shakespeare, where we are merely players.

The artists paint a beautiful tale

or shows the deepest of grief and violence that moves the beings without fail.

Playing with each of the note on the guitar

or swaying away with your body

losing yourself to the beats of the music

and painting in the air

is a way of expressions very few can master.

Who knows, maybe it’s a huge canvas.

Where splashing of colours and some puzzled curves

convey a story or the heart’s deepest desires.

Or With the accordance of the lights;

Make ups that we put to disguise;

Getting into a character;

Forgetting our real beings;

We discover ourselves

through the spectrum of different characters

that becomes quiet unimaginable in the life we exist.

It’s a stage.

A world of your own.

Where you create magic.

Disowning every judgement that’s being thrown.

The portrayal of different arts are magnificent.

Covered by the curtains

yet undisclosed;

as it’s created against the backdrop of struggle and pain.

Each heavy step of preparation taken, sacrifices made or the bruises on the knees

feels worthy when you get reward of these.

Maybe nothing beautiful can ever be created without the sindon of pain and brokenness.

Whatsoever, you gotta play your part

creating an art with the means that you have.

Leave the stage with a smile and pride

Give a thank to the people for witnessing you in your prolific ride.


One thought on “The Stage

  1. furtdsolinopv says:

    You can definitely see your skills within the paintings you write. The sector hopes for even more passionate writers like you who aren’t afraid to mention how they believe. All the time follow your heart. “What power has law where only money rules.” by Gaius Petronius.


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