Tragedy

 It’s always at a curious moment when all things click

When the protagonist and antagonist both reach the same conclusion

That what they are is not right

There is a skin to be peeled

There is a layer underneath 

That they both always looked forward to

But in actuality,

It never allowed them to see their true selves nor it became a happening

The curiosity of the moment is in the fact that

What was almost being forgotten due to the long waiting time

Now finds its way in their life

As if a guest who was expected to not arrive anymore

Finds their way at the front door

Now there becomes a moment of improvise

As if time has been playing with us

A game

To bend our thumb

And see how we react

To the abstraction of our will

In what we never considered a choice

And the piano player plays the pain of this painting

The tragedy of life