Astounding things, await you, but
happen only on the stage of mind,
beyond that is the realm boundless,
all cosmic magic, true abode of everything.
Donning my costume, I am a string tuned,
expectant to start the play I wrote for myself,
on stage, when the curtain will go up
only that magical moment decides ,
The daily grind is a mere repetition
from morning till dusk and beyond,
In between I peep through the window
and get a glimpse of mind's sky, star studded,
Loneliness my mistress, is a daily visitor,
an age old and true love who never fails to please,
kissing deeply on my lips a few times she leaves,
only to come back and take me to bed with her,
Strangers become sweethearts, on my stage,
in a play we act our roles, emote, overwhelmingly
subtle moments gifted, I shed my worn out self, a stranger here,
*my dramatic monologue rings out loud, "What are you, life?"