Arise

The day is about to end, 

The curtains are about to fall, you've finished playing the role of "Mr.Totally-okay",

The lights turn on and you look around only to see no one to deafen your ears with applause,

You think "That's how it's been until date",

But I'm proud of you, you've made it past yet another day,

You look at the other players who always win applauds, who make it look so effortless to get past every day and every play,

The metaphor starts making sense to you, "All The World's A Stage".

What do you do if you don't like the role you play,

You feel your role is too insignificant in the bigger picture,

But I'm here to tell you that you are the bigger picture, your own bigger picture,

Remind yourself you can't always choose your role but you can always choose your play,

A play that will make sense to you, 

A play that's tailor-made for you, 

A play only you can put up,

Choose your actors wisely, for they'll cry with you when the audience laugh,

Choose your music craftily, for it'll guide your spiritual self,

Choose your setting meticulously, for it'll define your growth, 

Make sure to choose all this very deftly, like a painter picks his canvas, paints and brushes,

For this will be that one play that'll change your life.

Learn what you have to from the others, but embrace the fact that you get to choose your own story, 

Because if you don't tell your story who else will?

Your story might leave the elites sadder, the peasants happier, the quirks relieved, the critics exasperated, but what does it matter,

For these reactions are transient, and so is the play, the conflict, the suffering, the happiness and every other rainbow and thunderstorm.

You're now comfortable with the idea that every play must end and this might just be your last play,

For the future lies in the hands of a puppeteer,

Who would listen to a never-ending story anyway?

You gather your players, 

You all ascend the stage,

"The Curtains will rise", a voice will say,

You conjure up your most visceral play, with all your love and grace,

You cry and the audience weep,

You smile and the audience snort.

You and your players wind up and bow down,

The music of claps arise,

The audience arise,

The heartbeats arise,

And you funnily thought these fragile curtains won't arise for your one last play.

- Pranav Radee