Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The final act....

There he was on the center stage,
one last time.
He was conscious of the huge audience,
just like his first stage appearance.
The legs still didn't miss a tremble,
every time he had to face them.
Hundreds of eyes focused on his every movement,
one step wrong and they would devour him with their laughter.
The first dialogue still came with a stutter,
yet increased his confidence manifold.
He was playing the part of a melancholy man,
a man who had lost everything his life had stood for.
It should have been just another day in the office,
he had done plenty of roles of a similar type.
Yet, something was different this time round,
he could just feel it was not the same.
He was going to miss the stage,
the stares, the laughter, the applause.
He was going to miss the drama,
the lights, the music, the emotion.
The dialogues soaked with his sadness,
the expression made stronger by his emotion.
And as he spoke the last dialogue before the curtain came down,
he did not want to give into his heavy heart.
Yet, the next moment he was crying his heart out,
as the audience was standing in applause, shouting for an encore.


8 comments:

Seththewhizkid said...

Brilliant as usual.. the thoughts.. everything.. :)

But I can't find the real life connection! .. :P

Then again.. a poet like u doesn't need one.. :)

Varun Jindal said...

nice man...

Amitej Kalra said...

@seth- thank you bro, but you overrate me as a poet.. ;)

@varun-thanks dude... :)

Aditya said...

Phoenix rocks....:)

Arpit Rastogi said...

Sexy.. Super sexy bambe!!! :)

Amitej Kalra said...

thank you rasto... :)

deadpoet said...

hmmm quite an insight ... :)

Mitali Cyrus said...

No, he doesn't. #overrating_you_as_a_poet