The theatre

Written by: kalyani bindu

A mosaic of 
thousand yellowish 
shades, 
carpetted the 
sky of the 
theatre, 
renovated- 
the monotonous 
smell of cool, foaming 
air 
(made and sealed), 
black chairs, 
wrought; 
flashing popcorn 
glimmers, 
backs etched 
by 
capacious hearts- 
thinking others' 
minds, 
proclaiming 
their 
verdicts. 
The screen, 
now void, 
like white wrapping 
the dead, 
brooding like 
lukewarm milk, 
would spit 
brimming 
colours, 
shun the 
mosaic sky. 
Some crazy 
dance of a 
drunkard 
talking 
colours.