When you write, you create your own stage
You determine your actions and reactions, utterances and captions.
You pick and pin, relating it all to the stories you’ve seen and lived
You give the world a peep through your lens
Sleepless nights rewarded by that swift adrenaline rush when the curtains are raised
Tons of hours hours exhausted in seconds, make it seem like nothing.
An hour or two of glory and you leave the limelight
Back to the old times; cold bed, warm chair, pen in hand, more fear.
You can never outlive the times but you try to while you can.
It’s a cycle: create, enjoy, retreat, repeat.
Better than nothing is a moment of thrill and fame.
Raising curtains, breaking boundaries, climbing mountains and skipping valleys
Creating memes, staging plays, penning days, leaving stains
Toiling through more sleepless nights just in the hope that someone will one day recall your name.