The Stage & Many Faces

The stage is set.

Actors are into the drama.

Audience can't breathe properly, as they sense the thrill of perfection in the storyline and theatrics.

The music is exalted-

Drim Drim Drim Drim...

In the valleys of whispering crawling clouds,

It's the mammoth that started playing around, cheering the neighbourhood, as the snow melts and gives way to green meadows,

And it is the golden eagle that started to catch one of them and failed...

The melting snow,  slowly giving way to the green meadow, flowery beds, 

The huge, coloured moths whirs past the giant trees, restless for a while

And settle down 

Finding flowers...

The birds cooing, all in a creative mode,

Creepies, crawlies, flying insects, holding their partner, 

Glued to each other in an erotic meditation, 

Continue to be still and meditative for hours even days,

As the Kundalini sits coiling, holding Shiva in her creative trance,

Changing lights, changing sets, changing scenes, changing faces... fusing into each other, blending merging the shreds of energy.

And it goes on..

Slowly some of the audience realize that

they are the actors.

They get up and got deleted in the register as guest.

The counting of audiences goes down

The main actor smiles now, thrilled ...

And says,

I am having fun,

I am the one,

Playing many faces here,

And was sad- nobody understands the thriller.

I am the mammoth

I am the golden eagle,

I am the stage also, 

i am the one...

Eager to get appreciated 

By the audiences- 

who will gradually realize they are holding one of my thousand faces.

I am the audience also...

I love to camouflage 

I love to play.

As many.

I am the grand stage.

-The Stage & Many Faces