The Stage. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The stage.

Characters, in the skin of their costumes.
Robes reek of roles.
Expressions of many an eye who spied them.
A world moves by, as the curtains fall.
New worlds made, right here and now.
Leaping from the playwright,
Spearing actors,
Dodging all chaff,
A missile locked,
Explodes in the minds of the audience.
Acting emotes resemblance,
Identities are formed,
Firmed to beliefs,
A sense of stupor,
Cocaine of the soul,
Clapping, whistling,
Silent is the stage,
Of our inner self,
It begs for you,
The actor.
For you,
The play right,
The spectator.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.