Restless

Being restless is a perfect magical situation where;

I have my dialogues written,

The screenplay is almost set,

Costumes and makeup almost done,

Rehearsals done are innumerable,

I am approaching the climax 

But, But, But in the end, I suddenly realise that my life is still very short of a Bollywood extravaganza and I don't have any retakes.

I know what to say but I very well know that is exactly something not to be said ..

I know where the problem lies but then the solution is something that I'm either running away from or totally unprepared for.

So in the end, the heart and mind continue playing the tug of war and I patiently play the waiting game sometimes going to the left or to the right because in the end I know both of them are somewhere absolutely right.

It makes a few extracts incomplete but without that life can never be complete, can it?