The radiant glow is only on the lips, <br /> <br />Inside the mind, is utter gloom of melancholy. <br /> <br />Everything is make-belief, and facade. <br /> <br />The vivacity of feisty is extinct <br /> <br />Half way, through the night. <br /> <br /> <br />The melody is only in the stage, <br /> <br />It grows into a dirge, in the green room. <br /> <br />Impaired shape, miserable wretched face, <br /> <br />Worn out adornments, and dark visage. <br /> <br />When I approached the stage, before the viewers <br /> <br />All the barrages, shattered and tears <br /> <br />Deluged the soul, throbbing in pain. <br /> <br /> <br />Dreams that dare not fade, though forgotten, <br /> <br />Like pictures of ornate glass, splintered. <br /> <br />You have become a despondent remembrance <br /> <br />In me, enervating, with incessant groans. <br /> <br />..<br /><br />kunjubi varghese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stage-show-life/
