I saw my audience from the greenroom
Gentlemen, graceful women and ecstatic kids;
see themselves off;
dancing their lives through the world
My eyes became cold and intense,
Gazes both void and esteem;
My look was scabbard in shades of diffidence,
perhaps they were searching for a familiar face
My lips became hushed and dead, still, unmoved, unmet;
The sound of my smile was left unsaid,
And touch of my voice was unspent
My white mask demeanour a sham
Tried to be as mischievous as I could
Well…I didn’t use any phrase;
Yet the mute mime remained an epigram
Neither had they seen the unsmiling lips and icy eyes,
nor my silence killed the fun
They all looked instead as the mime hypnotized...
After a long wait they all burst into laughter
‘Bravo’… ‘What an act!’
An enthusiastic audience shouted from the corridor
The show got over with a round of applause,
A pinch of denigration and self-satisfaction
I went back to the greenroom
Removed the costume and I looked at the mask
Well…I wore masks that always smile;
To hide my feelings behind a ploy
One after another the audience left the hall
“Adieu my friends...
You may never again be at my sight
Merry part to merry meets again”
