Filmstrip

Life is an unedited filmstrip,
 and you won't ever get a chance
to see how you looked in the act.

You would never know whether you
needed an improvement ,
by listening to mere mortal beings,
posing as the superiors to you ;
because  none of them is the director.

Nobody knows , what the original script says,
no one knows the purpose of the eternal drama.
We are just ephemeral puppets,
 to be played with.
A king may get to play the role of a servant;
an outcast may emerge as the closest person
overnight.
It is an art of destiny ;
a film, by the destiny,
but nobody will know ever,
a film meant for whom !

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Thought provoking and leads me to take a look at my actions and perhaps not ask so many questions but understand that we are all a part of destiny and embrace the results with a bit of peace, instead of turmoil!!
You are right in that nobody knows the original script, nor the purpose of the eternal drama. We are part of a plan!!
Excellent!!

[Anand Sehgal]

Thank you so much Sheila for the kind review :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and who is the director?

will our lives be up for best documentary film at the academy awards?

who's the editor?

what a terrific metaphor...

i enjoyed so much.

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks a lot Jacob for the kind review, keep reading :)

[Jack...]

Each day it seems whatever script we may have had written out in our head is changed, re-written. Sometimes it is for the better and sometimes it is not. Your poem is correct, we never really know what will happen next and that goes for the final scene as well when the director yells "cut!"

[Anand Sehgal]

Life is always undefined . you are absolutely correct on that.