TO A FELLOW ESCAPIST

Mainak Dhar

Your life, a technicolor spectacle,

unfolds on a big screen,

woven of cynicism and ennui,

the only reality, your dreams.

When joy and sorrow,

and all in between alike,

happen not to you,

but to your screen look-alike.

When detachment reigns supreme,

and not a tear is shed,

for the broken heart,

or the wound that bled.

Just wait for the day when,

someone makes you realize,

that its not from pain,

but from yourself that you hide.