People in myriads,
the shouts with jump of hearts,
the resonated vibes of enthusiasm,
A full moon day!
The very name iterating in the minds,
they caress the rejuvenated night.
The amplifier gears up,
to hit the ears of the lone chap at the ends.
The silence entangles,
back stage perturbs;
my hands clasp my own shoulders,
the last look at my paper.
I ain't a rock star,
but a common man;
the heart echoes courage,
mind stabilizes as thoughts run.
The blazer raps up my shoulder,
a scary inhabitant stands in my way;
I couldn't look at my shadow,
It was gone, leaving me petrified.
The fear drapes me in stealth,
off my own optimistic vision,
efficient are my words,
not my strength!
The time shows me the way,
inoculating the prodigal mayhem;
The darkness to outdo,
The lights to show up!
Fumbling through steps,
listening the heart, beat louder;
people in myriads,
my shadow absent, my fear unsettled.
I rise, against the daunting hype,
easily moved by criticism;
I smile, for the courage held in positivism,
unreal, the enthusiasm!!
I decide to go without my shadow,
I wave my hand to the crowd,
the roars go higher in decibels,
the lights are eager to point at me!
The inhabitant, surprisingly, smiles,
moves away like a swift smoke;
The mind stabilizes,
Astonishingly something unusual happens!
The shadow is back, 'projecting' me;
I laugh at the play, The shadow's play!
I could now speak what I wished to,
I would not now be fear's accomplice!
Strength is nothing but the shadow,
of the optimism, of the faith;
When I throw light upon myself,
I can see the shadow backing me.
Fear is nothing but the absence of light,
no light no shadow,
thus i could only see fear,
which, in fact, was just a 'Shadow's play'!!
