I am not a Writer, Painter or Actor

I am not a writer
but, I write
on the shreds of my thought
about a boy
selling socks
in the cramped streets.
Selling not to corn his pelvis
nor to build castles
but for the light
which brightens his Cadaver.
his "school fee"

I write on the leaves of my palates
about a women,
working all day in our neighbourhood
Working not for bright apparels
nor to stud herself with jewels
but to pay debt, her boozer husband..

I am not a Painter
but I paint
on the canvas of my being
Red, blue , dark , green

all colours of Life.

I don't paint faces
but the feeling ...
I don't paint Noses
but the smell
I don't Paint Eyes
but the gaze
I don't paint the tongue
but the voice..

I am not an Actor

but I act,,

I act not to win name

or to gain fame...

I act not to horde wealth

in the rusty, murky boxes

but for the Survival..

I act Every time

When asked about my label

by a Khaki man

I act for joy,

to mud happiness

on all shadows around me..

my friends, my foes

and My Beloved.

I act for her

every time I breathe

veiled in lies, the sprinkled  puns

but I act ,

every time before her

I am a Writer

I am a Painter 

I am an actor

but am  Human too ?

She say's, "No"....

I am ruthless,

I write no ordeal

but pain on her soul

I paint , not the colours

but bleeding sores 

on her celestial bod.

I act not for bliss

but deriding her being..

I am Not a Writer , 

I am not a painter

I am not an actor

 

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