love.Snatched, not lost and the least forgotten.
Played by deft hands
The play intrigued
Though the scheme was old
Puppeteer and audience
shocked as the story unfolds.
People laughed when they danced.
Their antics bold
They were together all this while
Inseperable and in love.
Then they did the untold
And took her off the sets!
He cries for no one sees beyond the plastered smile.
He smiles for no one can see how he cries.
Curtains drawn
lights turned out
Chairs array
Everyone gone
The puppet sprawled on the floor
The show is over.
Silent and lethal
A knife slashed thru the very night .
While it sobbed dark and dread
Why did they want him dead?
Thru the mask he could not see
Who? A blur.
Why? The reason dawned
this bright sunlit morning.
Birds chirped for them.
Society, humans, relations, charades!
But they dont know the blade cut
only what they thought controlled.
This puppet lives on
Beyond the invisible thread
Now a ghost he shall be
Cold as the north wind blows
Seacrhing the land for her
Scorching it as he goes
Words by Gautam
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 15:00
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love puppets
WE mere puppetsPlayed by deft hands
The play intrigued
Though the scheme was old
Puppeteer and audience
shocked as the story unfolds.
People laughed when they danced.
Their antics bold
They were together all this while
Inseperable and in love.
Then they did the untold
And took her off the sets!
He cries for no one sees beyond the plastered smile.
He smiles for no one can see how he cries.
Curtains drawn
lights turned out
Chairs array
Everyone gone
The puppet sprawled on the floor
The show is over.
Silent and lethal
A knife slashed thru the very night .
While it sobbed dark and dread
Why did they want him dead?
Thru the mask he could not see
Who? A blur.
Why? The reason dawned
this bright sunlit morning.
Birds chirped for them.
Society, humans, relations, charades!
But they dont know the blade cut
only what they thought controlled.
This puppet lives on
Beyond the invisible thread
Now a ghost he shall be
Cold as the north wind blows
Seacrhing the land for her
Scorching it as he goes
Words by Gautam
Read 321 times
Written on 2007-03-19 at 15:00
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