Wednesday, 15 May 2013


Who runs this show in my mind?

Who is the actor; who is the audience?

When I peep into the silence of my minds back stage

Through the glassy haze; all I see is only  emptiness! 

Yet, some one puts up the screen

Someone keeps the camera keeps rolling

But, who is it then, who watches?

Some one seems to act; someone gestures

But, who is the one who directs? 

There is no script, there is no written dialogue

But who is it, who speaks words from my mouth ? 

In this ever-unfolding mystery, of the show of my life  

Where no one performs; and no one watches ! 

 Who is it, who awaits curtains fall?

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