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I am crawling now.
I am crying too.
But I am not showing
I am acting like a great actor..
I am expressing lies!
I am hiding the reality from the audience.
I am laughing yet I am hurt.
I should have won the award.
Award which can break me into tears.
I shiver everytime i realize how fake I am.
How the stage has ruled me out of my life.
How i feel i am just reading the scripts which are scripted for me.
God! Give me the fire to burn the scripts.
Once you grant me the FIRE I will turn the scripts into cinders!
Disgusting cinders shall i say??
I dont want to crawl like a baby anymore.
There are many more spaces for me to explore.
Not only this gloomy and solemn stage.
This is stage is just too small for me to find my real character in life.
I am alive on the stage but I am just a faking corpse in real!
Yes! I have to stop all the dramas and plays!
Let see what the real has prepared for me.
God! now bring me to the path that you have sketched for me.
Bring me out of this stage and yes!
let me be naked to show them who really I am!
My new character will be so real!
Real and off the struggle!!

Napeace Shuaa..
3 March 2010
11.55 am

p/s: this is entry is not really a poem..i dont know what should i call it as..no title for this entry..so, interpret it as the way you want it to be..i dont mind..sorry!:)