Play.

once more

failed

failed better

exorcised the reasons of grief & choly

once more looking towards all of it from above

airborn

greeted the stones with grace

now it's the moment to see

work for

how better it gets

whatever & evertime it will take

sometimes I likewise stay stunned

looking at the rare simplicity

in between my chaotically divided lines

came straight out the life we live

frequently burning inside me

partially

like a candle

in a glass

some of the wax stay still

cohese to & within

unburned

watching the rest melt into the reality

like they weren't

one of the known

like an audience in London coliseum

watching the play set foot

let some of the souls burn for their entertainment

however come to think of it

how does one become a part of the flame

when the source is invisible to its eye

the power play goes on

and as the viewers

with our telescopic sunglasses

a round of applause takes place

contextually insincere

nevertheless

none

minds

the candle extinguishes

audience farewells

takes one last look at the stage

subconsciously wishing

wishing to be the one

the one with the lines

nonetheless

enjoys a final glare

with a sincere reflexion

sighs

proceeds to have the conversation

where it's obligatory to talk about the non-understood appreciation

a few peals of laughter are shared

next to a glass of that mandatory cheers

cheers of the unspoken

the revealed but un-eyed

one that is crucified

leaves the seats

excusing their wishes

to be prepared for its alike

similarly

thinking they are unlike