Stuck in my own cobwebs,
(This is written for a superstar of Indian Cinema, whose insolence, rudeness and arrogance shocked me. Stars like him, once shining, are now lost in history, for space at the top is narrow and pitch very slippery. Nothing lasts forever, as the saying goes, ‘This too shall pass’. I hope this hero gets this lesson soon)
Within the nooks deep in my heart;
I am unable to break free and make a new start,
Even sunlight seems mere shadow of a once glorious past.
Only the darkness now rules in life’s lonely lane,
With a few dusted memories,
Of joy, of celebration, of bliss, of fame;
I am now a deserted address, no letters for this forgotten name.
My lonesome heart yearns for those friends,
To wipe my tears and hold these shaking hands,
But world bows only to the rising sun;
The fallen stars are dirt for every one.
(This is written for a superstar of Indian Cinema, whose insolence, rudeness and arrogance shocked me. Stars like him, once shining, are now lost in history, for space at the top is narrow and pitch very slippery. Nothing lasts forever, as the saying goes, ‘This too shall pass’. I hope this hero gets this lesson soon)
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