A mime

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”