The Stage

I walk in the realms of blistering shadows
Like the meteors igniting
The dark, doomed sky.
Ascending the
Stairway to the tree house
I see  post cards
And lampshades.
coming to life
With stories
Of pain and pleasure..
Promises, made and broken..
Dreams lived and shattered.
I carry them on the
Shoulders of my black swan attire.
And begin walking towards the
Riveting door.
Beyond that door,
I seek emancipation.
Slowly succumbing and serenading
I plunge into the interiority.
I open my eyes just once
To see the concourse.
Those unknown faces beaming with joy
In anticipation of
A Beguiling Act.
I render the voiceless
Like an impervious body
Surrenders to the porosity of Music.
And close my eyes again
To feel the
Effeminacy and Freedom.
I’m laughing and crying,
Fluttering and composing,
Holding on to those
Little notes.
Those falsettos and vibratos
Are mere escape clauses.
Suddenly,
I’m not myself anymore.
The universe engulfs me;
And I’m lit up on fire
With Divinity !

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