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:
Wow! good one.
auuuuuuuwsum!
kyaa baat !
Aah! I got it! It reflects!
@aditya, purnima and vishal: thanks:)
@pp: reflects what? huh?
feel of the stage.
Sahi! Very well writen Mukta :)
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!!
waah! chhan lihiliyes Mukta :-)...
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 ...
loved it!!! :)
@ tanu, didnt know you read this blog :) thanks!
Nice writing! Chanced upon your blog. Thought would drop in a comment to add congrats ;-)
amazing,
i had written one poem on same topic in Marathi, soon post on mine.
Really nice...It brings up the scene totally
Touched the heart..!!!!!!
Belissimo!
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