Treasure Island

Ipshita Chaki


Love Story


In rehearsals she said, I cannot trust
But faith crept up
Through a daft corner.

Faith set the Stage, warmth set the Lights
Words Rolled and heart exclaimed: ACTION
The show began and in a little span
Imbibed her, enthralled her, appeased her.

In the end, truth bared the perfidy
Something Cut, something broke
PACK UP- was his play's final stroke.

And she knows, it was not only faith-
But also love, blind love to be exact.
She screamed, howled and seethed in pain
Only to be morphed again.

The playee becomes the player now.
A new stage is set, a new show will begin
Old script but with a new act.
Faith, Warmth, Words and Heart line up
To slay another soul in this devil's pact.

Submitted: Thursday, July 25, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013
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