By Sabhyata Ravjani
I squint my eyes
the sudden illumination,
a discomfort to my eyes.
The corner of my lips
forming a straight line, instantaneously.
My hunched back, a temporary easement
now transfigured, an aligned stance.
I yearn for the familiar darkness
as the blinding luminosity persists.
They still lurk when the spectacle ceases.
My long fingers impatiently dance rhythmically along the armrest
as i anticipate their departure.
Finally, the lights go off
just when my pupils lingered
to adjust to the sudden brightness.
Though, a being loiters in the shadows.
I scan the theatre frantically.
am i familiar with it
or should worry engulf me?
“The seats are empty.
The theatre is dark.
The show is over.
Yet, you are still acting?”
By Sabhyata Ravjani
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