Sunday, June 13, 2010


The hero, the heroine,
the man, the woman and
the apple, the quintessential plot.
And an off-stage guttural voice-
over a faulty microphone.
Throw in a snake for a dramatic effect
for a heart-wrenching twist.
A common one will do,
we’ll make the off-stage voice
mime the hiss and the dialogue.
the villain and the nemesis.

Some good props,
a large fictional tree
Some extras with wings,
with verses to sing.
Go check the slums, the prisons,
all baby-faces can join-
an hour’s pay and a can of beer.

A gentle persuasion,
a bite, more bites
Cover ups, blame games,
faulty lines, expletives.
Curtain falls, lights dim.

The play without script,
no rehearsal, no stage,
Nobody invited, no audience to clap,
The first tragedy enacted
And the ones who ask “why?” were damned.


bharatpantula said...

i'd been reading ur blog for a long time and sometime i just can't get anything to write, reason why i don't comment most of the times. and this is one of those times.

soin said...

+1 for what bharath said.and you confuse with simple

Zlaek said...

I'm sure I've said this before...
Your words make me want to fall asleep with them around me, having consumed me... with the hope that by the time it's morning, they multiply into an entire world for me to then wake up to.

"The first tragedy enacted And the ones who as "why?" were damned."
This brings me very close to a feeling of perfect peace, but not close enough...