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?
