Friday, September 03, 2010

The Stage

Dark spaces everywhere,
Muted whispers in the air.
Faceless entities floating around,
Anxious flutters all abound.

Bells ring, curtains are drawn.
Flood of light ... the play's on.
Charged spaces, myriad characters,
A story told, amid tears and laughter.

Captive audiences, 
Fleeting emotions.
Of stolen glances, 
Actions and reactions.

Silences that speak aloud
Faces that talk to the crowd
Real and unreal converge,
And all my worlds seem to merge...

17 comments:

aadi said...

Wow! good one.

PURN!MA said...

auuuuuuuwsum!

vishal said...

kyaa baat !

Prajakta said...

Aah! I got it! It reflects!

Mukta said...

@aditya, purnima and vishal: thanks:)
@pp: reflects what? huh?

Prajakta said...

feel of the stage.

vinay said...

Sahi! Very well writen Mukta :)

Suneel Madhekar said...

Wow! Hats off!! I haven't been to a play till recently, but saw A Disappearing Number just last week! What an experience it was!!

Neeraja said...

waah! chhan lihiliyes Mukta :-)...

Mukta said...

thanks vinay, neeraja and pp :)
@ suneel: i have wanted to see that play for a while now. Hydbad madhe kadhi zala? should check if theya re performing in Blore ...

tanu said...

loved it!!! :)

Mukta said...

@ tanu, didnt know you read this blog :) thanks!

Karthik said...

Nice writing! Chanced upon your blog. Thought would drop in a comment to add congrats ;-)

Nachiket said...

amazing,
i had written one poem on same topic in Marathi, soon post on mine.

Manasi said...

Really nice...It brings up the scene totally

अमृत said...

Touched the heart..!!!!!!

Dhananjay Chaturvedi said...

Belissimo!