I see the stage.
It is decorated very brightly. Very colourful.
Unlike me.
I hear an applause. I am not too sure whether it is for me or someone else.
It does not matter to me.
I am here to do my job and leave. But leave to where?
I have no place to go. This is my home, my heaven and my hell.
But there is one place I go; back to my memories - good and bad.
To remind me of the reason I am here.
I believe unfortunate people who are bad actors make it big as clowns.
Cause unlike the good actors they can't hide their grief.
Now you know why I need the mask and the colourful make up.
To hide my tears.
And even if some person sees them from a distance,
It brings him oodles of laughter.
A clown is always supposed to be funny.
That's his routine. Sometimes I wonder....

My name is being called.
I am gambolling on the stage.
I am jumping up and down.
I am falling down deliberately.
I am laughing at myself.
I am not thinking its funny.
But from beneath the mask, I see a sight.
The audiences are laughing.
Yes they are laughing at my sight.
And I think of these people seated before me
As the greatest actors I have seen.
Without any makeup and mask
They hide their grief and forget all their sorrows
Just for me. They are laughing.
They are my inspiration.
I am breathing new oxygen on the stage.
I am laughing and making so many people laugh.
And even I have worn this invisible mask (which always smiles)
Around my face without even realising it.
Is it really a mask or is it just an emotion that I unleashed?
Neither. It is just a state of mind and that is the truth.
I am living my every moment to the fullest.

Upon a common request, I have to sing.
And I am singing-
"This world is like a circus
And I am the chief clown".



The Story Behind

This is neither a poem nor a song. Think of it as a small passage. I admit this is actually a poetry site but its no fun when you keep on coming with the same stuff every time. I just thought it was time for something different.

Is the passage autobiographical? Yes but only partially. But why just me.Don't we all have a clown hidden inside us? That clown is always up to some mischief. And he demands attention.

For that, he will jump up and down, roll on the ground, laugh and cry just to entertain the people around him and to get the attention and that privileged identity.

I know a few people will disagree with me on this point. But I think at least once in a life time we all have done the activities mentioned above for the love and attention of public.

But what I intend to convey from this passage is that one must learn to live like the clown.

Leaving all the personal tragedies aside one must always keep on smiling and enjoy life to the fullest. Because happiness is just a state of mind.