Being dissatisfied with philosophies of life,
All world's a stage some people say,
Everyone has got a limited time,
And an equally important role to play.
Some time after the big bang,
The grand show of this great play began.
A play which has multitudinous characters,
And no one knows when will it end.
With absolutely nothing to think upon,
Random thoughts pave their way.
A lonely mind is a devil's workshop,
But a strange thought struck me that day.
It'll be difficult for you to believe,
But I was fairly convinced by it,
All my past suggested the fact,
That people around befooled me till date.
What if the world is actually a play,
And I've been disguised all the way,
What if peoples' deeds are all written,
And I'm the only one from whom the script is hidden.
Even the concept of god, origin of universe,
Existence of religions or brutality of terrorism,
Usage of language and ways of communication,
Be it the human values or the society's culture.
What if these all were just an aforethought venture?
Now, shoot your imaginations in the past,
Remember your acquaintances affection,
The way you were carved to perfection .
All your experiences, ones that let you down
and those which gave you a lift.
These can be just, the enactment of a script.
It is among the weirdest of thoughts
That my lonely mind had caught,
But believe me, it's strength was so might,
That I got completely convinced by it,
For ONE complete night.