Illusion

An illusion covers my eyes at night

I close the lids and switch off the lights

The world goes dark and I drift off to sleep

The illusion dawns on me and in its depth I peep

At the passing of few snores or few breaths, perhaps

I am the part of it and in the very depth of this trap

It unveils my fear it reveals my fantasies

The virtual reflection of my thoughts it is!

It is the heavy clouds of mirth, fog and dust

In this world I can never be the worst

This world is mine and I am the creator

The director, the producer and the scriptwriter

The characters are now the puppets of my hand

Everything happens at the flick of a wand

I spread my wings and take a flight

Whatever be the case, my stance is right

I love this world but then, somewhere it ends

When I open my eyes and another day I spend

Another night a new illusion arise

In another color and with new surprise

An illusion blooms before my eyes

The moment I open them at sunrise

I belong to this world and all of us are creators

God is the one famed to be the narrator

Fooled by this illusion, I love and hate

I laugh and cry & at times I find nice people to date

I gain, I loose, I take, I give

It is for all these things I live

I strive, I achieve, I seek, I quit

Things and persons enter and exit

I grasp the things and with time I compete

There are a lot of people whom I try to beat

I envy, I swear and finally I avenge

I make friends and we together take revenge

I like, I love and finally I make relations

I spend my life nurturing and being nurtured by these relations

And at night, when I close my eyes

The curtains fall and a the dreamy illusion arise

The day’s illusion drifts away in dark

And the night’s illusion starts

Next morning, the day illusion continues

It begins with a refresh mind and new thoughts and views

One day, my eyes will ceased to shut in and out

These illusions will end, no doubt

Perhaps, a new illusion will begin

Or I will see the real things blooming…