Inside
As I lay my head turned towards the clock, it was the time again for the show to begin. Was I the mute spectator or the central figure?
Was it my act or was it not? Was it the morphine, that’s kicking in? I felt it was my act, still my role was quite easy, to lay back and look.
The extras, all and sundry, coming and going, some leaving a bunch of flowers, some cards, some wishes, some smiles, some really wily smiles, was it the drug effecting my thinking, or was it for the real.
Were they wishing me recovery? or a last re-union or a farewell?
How did I land up here? A mystery, a bigger mystery what is being done to me? Why were the white coated daemons hovering around, now and then, poking around or fussing around?
I heard, hes being delirious, he'll sleep in a while, so dont take what he is saying that seriously. I said my foot, I wanted to shout, but this damn tube, who put that in my throat?
Ahm, at last you, where were you, what took you so long, I was waiting, kept waiting but finally, hold me, where are you going .. wait ..
Outside
extra one : The hustle, bustle, the greetings, some sombre, some sad, the heavy air of the place, effecting the normally efficacious and blusterous behaviour, or may be the hour called for it. Silently, as automatically as the time warranted, expeditiously the task complete, a sigh or relief.
extra two : The air heavy, the feelings heavy, the eyes heavier, the thoughts more heavier, as the feet’s more heavier trudge down the floor, with a last glance,a tear slipping down the cheek, automatically, a sigh of pain escaping from the lips.
Really outside (in the cafeteria)
You can feel the crowd, its relentless, there isn’t a seat available here. Is the entire nation sick?
Or is it that the healthy are too many, who come to visit the few sick? Or is the cafeteria more safer here?
Whatever, the wait for grabbing a chair begins, to rest the laden legs, for some due to the overweight, and yet healthy, for the others for the weary days that have gone by and are to go by.
Wish for a silence, wish for a solace? Isn’t this the place that should have it? Or is it a good place to get relief from the pains, to just let a bit of the happier side out, over some snacks, and some brew?
The pain felt over a few minutes of meetings above? What about the person who's in the pain? Damn the sick, if it wasn’t for them, this place wouldn’t have been what it is.
How is it different from any other cafeteria? Its better business, better place for the unions, re-unions, long time no see, meetings, some tearful, some sombre, some with a stiff upper lip, some showing the strain of the time.
Ah tragedy brings people closer?
As I lay my head turned towards the clock, it was the time again for the show to begin. Was I the mute spectator or the central figure?
Was it my act or was it not? Was it the morphine, that’s kicking in? I felt it was my act, still my role was quite easy, to lay back and look.
The extras, all and sundry, coming and going, some leaving a bunch of flowers, some cards, some wishes, some smiles, some really wily smiles, was it the drug effecting my thinking, or was it for the real.
Were they wishing me recovery? or a last re-union or a farewell?
How did I land up here? A mystery, a bigger mystery what is being done to me? Why were the white coated daemons hovering around, now and then, poking around or fussing around?
I heard, hes being delirious, he'll sleep in a while, so dont take what he is saying that seriously. I said my foot, I wanted to shout, but this damn tube, who put that in my throat?
Ahm, at last you, where were you, what took you so long, I was waiting, kept waiting but finally, hold me, where are you going .. wait ..
Outside
extra one : The hustle, bustle, the greetings, some sombre, some sad, the heavy air of the place, effecting the normally efficacious and blusterous behaviour, or may be the hour called for it. Silently, as automatically as the time warranted, expeditiously the task complete, a sigh or relief.
extra two : The air heavy, the feelings heavy, the eyes heavier, the thoughts more heavier, as the feet’s more heavier trudge down the floor, with a last glance,a tear slipping down the cheek, automatically, a sigh of pain escaping from the lips.
Really outside (in the cafeteria)
You can feel the crowd, its relentless, there isn’t a seat available here. Is the entire nation sick?
Or is it that the healthy are too many, who come to visit the few sick? Or is the cafeteria more safer here?
Whatever, the wait for grabbing a chair begins, to rest the laden legs, for some due to the overweight, and yet healthy, for the others for the weary days that have gone by and are to go by.
Wish for a silence, wish for a solace? Isn’t this the place that should have it? Or is it a good place to get relief from the pains, to just let a bit of the happier side out, over some snacks, and some brew?
The pain felt over a few minutes of meetings above? What about the person who's in the pain? Damn the sick, if it wasn’t for them, this place wouldn’t have been what it is.
How is it different from any other cafeteria? Its better business, better place for the unions, re-unions, long time no see, meetings, some tearful, some sombre, some with a stiff upper lip, some showing the strain of the time.
Ah tragedy brings people closer?
