// Puppet Show //

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The world's a stage and we mere actors
The professor continued to rant
'What rubbish' I exclaimed
When the same was recited in class

For I don't act
I'm an open book in my own charter stack
I proudly claim in my head
Like an over dramatic smart-ass

And then the fallacy lifts its veil
Showing me the colours of life
Black, blue, red, green
All intertwined like dangling ryes

Lifting a day out of the rubble
I see thy self in portraits vivid
Lying, deceiving, pretending to be foolish
You tap your back at being the inner devil

Once in a while you're fooled too
Into the pretense of believing others
For once a while you fall too
While figuring out the truths from lies ethereal

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// Spooky Puppet Show //

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It's been 100 years of our death and again we are celebrating our big grandma's birthday. Unlike any of other's birthday our big grandma's birthday - she is 1000 yrs of old now and she is beautiful - is always a grand celebration. Ghosts are invited from different graveyards. Some of them are celebrities (they look so beautiful and attractive even after death). Last time we ended up inviting the Aliens, they look worst. They scared the hell out of us. So, this time only Earthiens. But some of them are still missing, maybe they are on their way or they are like me. Well, this time I am not feeling like much into
this birthday. Same human flesh, blood shakes
with pinch of hair ashes. This time the bakery chef
made the cake of crushed skelton of thoses
spirits who died. How can this possible (death of a
ghost), it sounds mysterious but the topic is not my
cup of tea. I am bored of this same party again and
again and I have a plan to escape. I managed to
convince my little brother, he is younger and that's
the plus point. He is ready to come with me and in
return I am going to do his assignments of bone cooking class. (But where are we eluding to). It's a Puppet show. (IN CAPTION)

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How I see the world

This is how the world is -
They will make you a puppet on the stage of their plans
They'll toy with your emotions until you break
And then, they'll laugh.
To each person only himself matters
All others are playthings
On the way to their goal
To be used, enjoyed and then tossed aside.
Broken and bleeding
They'd lie along the road
To inspire some, and terrify the others
That this is the cruel puppet show of the world.
You either be the puppet and cry with pain
or be the puppeteer and cry with regret.

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//Puppetshow

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Me and my friends
On the front row
Watching the infamous
Puppet show
The skeleton uncle shows
Many tricks
He made the puppets cook
And dance
Running here and there
Doing many errands
It was fun seeing
How those up there work
Before we eat them and gulp

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Setting aside, baking for a new love
My face drawed smiles
But there was nothing to laugh
I smile, a full blown one 
Suddenly I became someone else 
Like a role play 
I played it very well.
I am A Joker
A puppet played by Time 
Loosing myself in a life of horror 

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Crafting and barding strings of errors
Falling and laughing at your own failures
You walk straight into the pit pitch dark
Where time stands still in position stark

And there you see a light shining
Just the way in movies it happen
An unknown entity comes on a horse
To kick you into a deeper pitch fall

You laugh at your petty joke
The joke that life has made out of you
Musing and humming you slither ahead
Reflecting on how you seem like a saint
With halos and white beard just missing the frame

After a long sigh you spot a form
The alarm bell goes off on your brainy storm
You run and pat the form's hand
And in slo mo, time stand still
With music playing a broken record

'Sonnet 36' the voice echoes
And I smile like a loon with shiny bellows
The story set, the climax shall break
Indeed life's a stage and I, a puppet

| The puppet show: part_2
©lyricalsofrt

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"The translucent phantom consoles him
Takes him to the park
and buys him some special dishes:
like roasted 'human hearts'."
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//Read the poem
in the Caption//

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