Tuesday, March 23, 2010


The back of the stage
is filled with discarded lines
and out of context extras
There are expectant smiles from the similies
Not too evident, not too unnoticeable
Not too desperate but not without intent.
I traverse this forest of nymphs
and from among the broken
Greek harps and Roman arches
Indus scripts and Nefertiti backdrops
I choose angelic cliches
with detachable wings.


Avi said...

Nobody looks backstage normally, but there are people who work there untiring for the stage's success. Good to see someone peeping there at nymphs !

Musings of a wanderer said...

@ Thanks Avi.