By Vidula Powar
In the silent theater of coffee-stained nights,
I am an actor playing roles not of my choosing.
Each bitter sip, a reminder of unseen struggles,
in this complex drama, where passion battles obligation.
Their voices, like director's commands, shape my path.
Their dreams, a script I follow with a heavy heart.
Yet beneath the surface of rehearsed perfection,
lies a soul yearning for authenticity and purpose.
Unworthiness, a looming specter in the backdrop,
emblazoned with coffee stains, a testament to hidden turmoil,
I wear the mask of accomplishment with reluctance,
a performance that falls short of inner truths.
Success, a distant beacon in an ever-shifting landscape,
it's elusive glow a reminder of aspirations unmet.
Behind the facade of achievement, a quest for meaning,
to rewrite the narrative and reclaim agency.
The fear of failure, a relentless storm raging within,
in coffee-stained nights, doubts and insecurities collide.
I am an actor caught in the crosscurrents of ambition,
navigating the tumultuous waters of expectation.
In this intricate tapestry of life's complexities,
I grapple with roles, identities, and unspoken desires.
Someday, the final act will unveil the raw truth,
in coffee-stained nights, where vulnerabilities find voice.
But for now, I am immersed in the poignant paradox,
a performer yearning for resonance and impact,
In the silent theater of coffee-stained nights,
where the script of self-discovery unfolds with each bitter sip.