“In the creation of comedy, it is paradoxical that tragedy stimulates the spirit of ridicule; because ridicule, I suppose, is an attitude of defiance: we must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature — or go insane.”
— Charles Spencer Chaplin, “My Autobiography”
Sometimes,
The cheerfulness is the only raft
that you can hold on to for life.
Sometimes, all you can afford is
a clueless, confused grin.
Somehow, that desert again vanishes
like the mirage it strangled you with
The eternal clouds turns out to be
just a smokescreen.
Somewhere, you imagine
someone would miss you for you
– just you.
No hoops to be crossed,
No bars to be touched
No scorecard – glittered and embossed
yet
Friends you hope to be with a few
Somehow,
You will not be sold a pound a dime
And your crooked walk will not be a crime
Someone will smile back at you
when you are struggling in mud and slime
May be a delusion,
but I hope one day the Lava
will be able to hold on to a drop of dew.
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