Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Illusions

The horizon.
The city that looks like an open circuit
Form the view above.
Make believe amour.
Mirage like affection,
Deceptions of depictions
Of love, Of longing.
Transient titillations,
Turbulent vows.
Like a mask,
Over the ever pretending world around
Illusions make reality
Look like an illusion.
Beautifully bizarre.
Bizarrely beautiful
Untrue, Unreal, Unending
In a tale that only exists
In imaginations.

2 comments:

  1. very true expression of what a mystery we are to ourselves. You're getting better with each prose!

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  2. Welcome back Ravi! I missed your comments.

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