And The Curtains Fall

The World is a stage,
A big life lasts for nights..
A small,
play folds up in first-half.

The roles we play are reflections,
Shades of few emotions.
Yet we never fail to claim,
The players turn critic, winners only they should determine.

You judge me, I will do the same,
No questions asked, cuz it takes turn.
For you think the best of me,
I will give another the pain to become perfection.

I stand in a corner, with a frugal parchment,
Few words of assent, the rest is all blank.
As long as script flows, commendations overwhelming,
After a while, the free spirit descends into training

I don’t want to play,
Of vanity or joy or shame,
Of bondage or anything humane,
No more pretenses and perfection,
The soul craves for freedom.

Eternal plays, acts of reflections,
Inane I was And I would vanish from all.
I watch mine with an ethereal heart,
And the curtains fall.