She Me & the Stage

The lights of the day has been dimmed.

the Stars and the moon have taken their seats.

The stage is set under the sky in this open theatre.

Its all set to replay a shakespearen script.

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Its the script where you belong,

so be ready the lady lead.

Although I am the lead on the stage,

Its not just a mere mask I will be wearing today.

For I am not acting but living,

and I cant leave this mask back as I leave the stage..

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So what role do I play….

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Do I play the man of love and hatred.

The desire to rule not just the empire - but your heart.

A desire which remained a desire ever.

A yearn which forced to betray...

Its in you I confined.Its you I loved.

Its for you I killed him…

Its your love thru what the world sees a traitor in me….

and the magic of words which made me so noble to be killed.

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I longed for somebody to tell the world the story of my broken heart .

Until Shakespeare happened and thru him I spoke…

That Brutus was not a Brutal man......

but the brutish words and desires ...

and the brutal love for you that lead to my noble end.

But I cannot be Brutus as its only he who loved and not you.

and its he who was killed by the pain and anguish...

as you went to live with the words.

and... I don’t know to betray…So I cannot be Brutus.

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So......... what role do I play?

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Do I play the man you lived with ..

Tasting the Wine and Bread until the last breath..

Sharing the venom of love together until the last gasp.

For its he who had whatever you wanted,

For its he whom the world believed.

“Friends lovers and fellow men”( Forget Romans and Countrymen in the language of love)

Do I play the role of him,

The magician of words, the guardian of rome,

the Passionate diplomat, the Passionate lover…

But...... I cannot be him.

Although I can live with you until the eternal death...

I don’t love to be a loser…

Although I can love you and.. You me…

You had belonged somewhere before,

and the brunt you have left behind will hunt us some day.

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I cannot be your Love Anthem

and so I don’t want to be Anthony.

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So ???......what role do I play?

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The one left is Caesar.

I came, I saw, and conquered..

But I will not die thy brutal death…

I will live with the Pains and Blood stains.

But will not... leave you to be lured and die in the magic of words.

The Marks you have left behind will hurt.

But...... No Mark Anthony can love you as I can..

Its Caesar who lives even today....

Born to conquer, Born to rule,Born to live beyond times.

Who knows,

One day I may rule you. .............

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So the Stage is set, but.......

the script is changed.

Its Caesar who lives and does not cease to exist,

and your love will live with me,

and My love for my dreams and desires will keep me living.

The Moon is gone...Stars gone until the next time...

The Theatre is bright.The Play is over..

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The Mask of Caesar thou stays with me.

WILL I????

Image Courtesy:

Thanks to the guy who shot this most Inspiring pic of my life. Due Credits reserved to him with all royalties and loyalties.











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The Eagle was flying high…Up above the world in the sky..
And I gazed at her with surprise…
He noticed my puzzled eyes…
“My son, this bird is an aero plane…And she carries people between lands…
Remember the Ram Epic on television…It’s that flights modern version”
I asked him “Have you flown"
He had a smile wry…“Only the rich can fly”
Me, “will I fly???”
Hugging me he said…“I dream you to be high there in the sky”

Sitting on the billion of his bicycle...
On the way back from school…I wondered, Will I ?????????????????

My Mom had a dream…about a small castle her son will build…
My sister had a dream...about a smile filled life her brother would gift.
Afraid of the autumns that flooded my bed…
Praying to thy to save my home being lost…
I hated rains…fearing that their dreams may be washed…
They dreamt On... and I wondered,
Will I?
Dreams continued…From the corner seat of a party,
When my best buddy dreamt that I would host one…
My Uncle’s dream that I will be in Vogue with fashion…
For My first crush thou I will be a statement of Passion.
She also dreamt that I will be a youth icon…
At the doorsteps of adolescence… when survival was in itself a question…
I laughed at their dreams…And wondered,

Will I????.............................

Did I???
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Today…I wake up to the thunder sounds…
And rush to see if my home is safe…
Majestically Stands… My Mom’s pride…
A small but still ‘Castle’… her son’s first gift.

Down there in the garden, my sister is all smiles…
Sharing tales with her little one… Making him dream…
and in his dreams I am an Icon.

and My Uncles…..
Pride and boost around of my lifestyle…
My buddies await my parties for celebration…
Living ways have become my Passion…

But...
Nothing, gifted by time…
had a few to sacrifice…
She.....
who dreamt to walk along....
had to go with the wind…

Thou I miss the only one....
who wanted me high there in the sky…
As I fly through the clouds every now and then…
I feel he is there watching me from the heavens with smiles…
I wish he flies along…. But …. all that.... is my Lost Paradise......

Stepping out into the garden I love today to be drenched…
A feel of Deja-Vu…
A feel of accomplishment…
To have realized the dreams…
For those who dreamt for my sake....
No fear of the rains anymore…

Nothing to lose.
Dream for Me… and I WILL do it for you…

But, amidst… I have a dream…..
For a Love … and happiness all throughout…
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I wish I realize………….


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WILL I ?