Friday, January 12, 2007

Souls on sale

The theatre is full, the show must go on.
The gallery's teeming with an ostentatious moron
And more of his clan, who've sold their souls.
They're so spineless that they cling on to poles.
Poles of applause for all that they do,
Be it their soiled money or another prestigious ado

They're all waiting for an actor to grace the stage
Don't they know that it's they who're on stage?
They play to the gallery full of their own kind,
They've learnt to play all, except their own mind.

'Sold out' reads the sign, the collection's good
Swollen with nods of approval, fake brotherhood.
Tis enough to boost their egos, stroke their souls.
Souls that are no more theirs but sold out to black holes
That suck them into wanting more nods and more poles

They've littered the stage, the true actor shant come,
For he ne'er plays to the gallery, needs no nod or sum.
The show shall never go on and they've forgotten they're waiting too,
They've witnessed each other's show alright, who cares to know what's true

9 Comments:

At 1:03 AM, Blogger spiderman! said...

seems to be on the placement process...? or ami I imaginin g things ?

 
At 1:20 AM, Blogger chutki said...

No Spidey, you're imagining things. I am just done with a second reading of The Fountainhead and this is the result!

 
At 12:14 PM, Blogger Harish said...

oLLe return to blogging after a long time.

 
At 7:22 PM, Blogger spiderman! said...

I get the connection now...its ironical how depending on the context the meanings of things change...

 
At 11:52 PM, Blogger Harshit said...

I think u r cribbing abt the world u r in.

 
At 10:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Came in from ur orkut profile..

:) straight from the guts indeed

 
At 10:53 PM, Blogger Arjun Sharma said...

Second reading?? How'd you get through the first? I remember you were grumbling about it, after going through twenty pages, the last time you were in our village. "Thu, ivlajji, en bardittidalo??" were the exact words, if I remember right.

And now you've read it twice? Ashtu channagidiya?

Beautiful last line in your poem.

 
At 6:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Congratulations are due for ...
1. penning a fine piece of verse
2. daring to get through the Fountainhead a second time (i donated it to the local gym after I waded through it!)
3. making a much-awaited comeback to blogosphere ... hope this is for good!

 
At 2:16 PM, Blogger AAnkitg said...

hey chutki...

amazing thots while spinning thru fountainhead again.
u have amazing stamina...
to go thru it again......

but i am bit confused wch part of books inspired you to write all this.

 

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