my understanding of life |
THE GREEN ROOM Born into the world amidst bloody cries, I felt the truth and freedom of nudity But Oh! The time, the unfair teacher Brought with him an ounce of acumen But a gallon more of embarrassment I covered myself with the first fabric The one in the colour of the milky foam Days of unadulterated innocence, Evanescent tears, unbounded joy Till the unfair teacher tore that away And replaced it with another one The one in the colour of my childish lips Then, every moment was a question every day a lesson and everyone a teacher In Wonder, awe and pursuit of reasons The quest for questions was quit as I Stumbled on some answers, and Chose to run away from the rest Gathering all the ones I found, I stitched my robe of liberation The one in the colour of blood and passion The one of incessant pride, emancipation But the cruel rays of realism ruined my robe. I had to choose an old replacement, the one which I borrowed The one in the colour of the ocean depths The one in the colour of her deepest gaze The colour of conscious commitment The one that supported and fuelled my passion The one full of never ending satisfaction when I finally consummated that celebration when my body became her fabric I took to the dress of responsibility The colour of tenderness and rawness The days of unquestionable authority Over my senses and my premises As the insects of insecurities, the staleness, the stagnation Withered my dress of dreams and despair I grew into a new robe of realization The garment that bore the colour of age And sometimes the senility that came along with it. the dress of demoralised dignity I had stopped living then Just merely, numbly existed I transcended my ineffectual self To the memories of the colourful past Now as I bask again in nudity feeling the bliss that it once offered I wait for my last garment The one in the colour of the darkest nights The final one of them all The eternal one of them all The one that fits us all A bard once called the world a stage but mine has always been the green room The one behind all the glitz and glamour Where I found the right dresses To cage up an animal Where I saw and felt the multitude colours amidst the beginning and the end brutally sardonic but refreshingly realistic , The one sans script, sans act Sans admiration, Sans applause |