The Actor

The words spoken were written by another,

The lives I lived were reality to another,

The scenes were emoted once before to me by another,

In the end its me known to another.

Am I a Polestar or Am I the moon?  

For I am an instrument of another’s light !

My work behind the scene isn’t seen ,

I mug the lines,

Guess Retakes are fine.

Between Reality and an Act,

I might have lost me for another,

Just to be revelled by another.

That another wants to be me,

Guess I was another when I dreamed of being the other,

An actor! Not knowing when Its me and when its another!

A mirage of change

What you see will change,
What you dream will change,
Change the only constant.
This instant if not lived will change,
Till change becomes constant
This moment that passes will be your past,
If you’ve not lived in the present.
If the past haunts you and the future taunts you,
Just live in the present and adopt to change
For Change is permanent,
For Change in omnipotent,
For Change is ever present.
Inaction would result in a moment lost in contemplation,
Rather adapt to change, with temptation for life,
For life is a mirage of change, altered by the concept of time.
As times change, be the change in the mirage of life.

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The love at first sight

Fooled by sight and confirmed by vanity

Your heart has chosen the profanity of your minds’ chasms

When love is superficial,

When your lover is artificial,

The sight is fixed at the appearance,

As the looks wane, 

The love wanes.

As the love wanes,

The sight is on stains and

The relationship is strained,

The colour palette of life is reduced to black and white and one starts painting grey.

When you renounce the superficial

And denounce the sight 

And for once choose without materiality or vision,

There’s still hope for life to blossom into something you’d cherish when all is lost except memories.