Actors with pride flickering in our eyes
Boast “We, the actors are
Gods,
Many avatars
We have,
As heroes, villains,
Comedians, supporting actors
A wide range of
Roles we enact in unique ways.”
“Audience, sit spell bound
On watching our magic on celluloid
Tears, laughters, ecstasy, violence, sex,
Messages imparted to the society at large
The changing expressions in our eyes each moment
Facial muscles tensed up and loosened as and when the situation demands
Body –movements, dialogues
Anger, seriousness,
Humour, love-making
Wonderful are our histrionics.”
Fame, glory, wealth
Make us celebrities
Intoxicated with pride
“Fans” galore
Running with
Break-neck speed
And “lights” keep on shining
To our joy and arrogance simultaneously.
Criticisms, we abhor.
Being actors,
Very adept in
Hiding our
Anger and frustration, we utter with beaming smiles
“Criticisms we welcome."
Hollow, empty words
We know for certain.”
“Sometimes angry outbursts by us feeling hurt,
Our true colours, umpteen colours have we
Get displayed unawares on our faces
Even a Fatherly figure, whether he be a cultural icon
We hate if he dares to
Darken our image
We laugh at him with scorn
Illusion, delusion, hallucination
We hurl epithets at him
Whenever we respond to his outspokenness
Intolerance we keep as our biggest asset
And we feel satisfied and happy.”
“Like a madman, calling
A sane person mentally deranged.”
Some one, we feel like hearing like an oracle
behind the curtains
We turn back with shivering rage
“Who is the rascal there?”
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