The essentials stay hidden

The credentials anythin' but,
though its both on the starlet
and the viewer, the same trot
that widens your eyes but clamps ur smart-mouth shut.

It may jus' not happen in the accounts,

But when you're in the arts,
your behind aches from having sat tart,
for way too long, as does your heart,
(surprised i won't be if in there, you were behind a shopping cart!)

And then comes the earth-shaker,

for thats what it is to me,
thats shaken me up so deep,
down within weep,
My emotions are important here, you see...

For they are what we all share,

where we stand alike and come together,
though you may not gather.
Oh my sisters, but we are one in this weather,
this fight for the mere better.

Of what, u ask??

how can you, when you and i
have nodded off in the same theatre, encountered the same seers sans sight,
when you couldn't tell apart Cleopatra and Antony and sounded a sigh,
and withered away from eagered, infant pink to dry,
old gray, once the curtains had climbed unattainably high??

There are ofcourse the exceptions,

Preity Zinta and Anthony Hopkins
make my shut mouth gape in awe (though it ain' theatre acting);
Shakespeare's and Shaw's seem like legendary
glimpses of heaven from them coming;
their performance so real its not even anymore acting.

But they are only jus' a handful,

and a handful they'll remain,
for the work is for any Cain,
who can cup his hands for the payin',
and ignore the parched pupils watching' his pretentious playin'..

You see, it oughtn't to be taken so callously,

for those plays staged by the torpid thespian,
we live on'em, the scenes and acts and all, and eventually die on'em,
hollow and shallow and frowning then,
and its got to change before The Depression sets in.

So when will they realize??

will you tell them, or has it gotta be me?
the one to take, bear and not feign,
to stand up, against and finally out?! Nay,
i do your work now, so that u don' whine when your teeth creak!

Oh sacred impostors,lend me your eyes,

thou art amusing for thou art lying,
it does not suffice to merely know the lines,
or to blame it on the lack of discipline,
for its missing the most in thine.

You are God, guard and guide,

you are to bring to life,
yourself and the audience alike.
the bearer of the lamp to the light,
why would you groan now, when u were aware of this all the while??

For after having lived in the darkness of the theatre,

unaccustomed to us nocturnals, the world is like the glaring sun;
we blink stupidly, look around and find familiar none,
now a return to the melodrama would be simply dumb!
finally, plow forward cautiously, with fear of getting burned.

My only hope is that you provide me artillery,

(as my chicken and kitchen are barren for the time being),
for the horrific histrionics and the atrocious acting,
and swear to me you shall heed The Call only from the inner being,
to bring in the light where its dark, for if anything,
it'll distinctly make for us and posterity, a better quality of living.