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
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.