February 1, 2014

If our illusional fantasies came true!!!



Unclouded happiness.
Naked beauty.
Romeo love.
N' musical romance.
Perhaps they are all just comforting confusions!

Skins n' bones.
Eyes n' souls.
Perchance self is an illusion too!
So let's bolt the 'self' in a room of mirrors;
n' let the moonbeam reflect n' not shine.

'Cause if you felt the texture of life
o' occupied space in the dust...
The world would laugh at You!!
n' You'll be left smiling at its shallowness.
Then why not pretend n' stay masked..!

The mirrors better be broken.
The sunshine better be faded.
Since, once it becomes brighter; 
the reality will be sour.
Albeit reality maybe an illusion too, sour to bitter.


--G