Saturday, June 9, 2012

ILLUSION


Illusion

I always wondered,
What this life is about,
For with every step,
I have faced a doubt.

I had grown,
With what was shown,
And I believed,
That all was known.

But as I looked around,
To my dismay I found,
The things I believed,
Had no ground

So I searched,
for what was true,
but where to start,
I had no clue.

Then I met a wise old man,
He said “follow me if you can,
I shall show you the way,
That I also ran.

But do not think
This is the only way,
You have to choose,
What suits your play”.

He stared ahead for a while,
Then looked at me with a smile,
“Life has been a long grind,
It nearly drove me of my mind.

All that I once held as dear,
I found one day disappear,
And in pain I stood and cried,
Till all my tears had dried.

And as I sat under this tree,
Suddenly it dawned on me,
That all of life is but a dream,
The truth is we are born free.

Life is just a river that flows,
On its way it winds and grows,
To settle down in tranquillity,
To finally merge with the sea”.

With these words he walked away:
I followed his foot prints on the sand.
Soon a gust of wind blew across,
Wiped the footprints with its hand.

So I sat under that tree,
Closed my eyes and tried to see,
The light that had lit the lamp,
From this darkness to set me free.

And as I delved deep inside,
I saw an orange circle of light:
And I pushed all my fears aside
Stood absorbed at this sight.

Through this circle, as I plunged,
Merged with the light that shone,
I found my form disappear,
And my identity all had gone.

And as I slowly opened my eyes,
I came out of this confusion,
And it came as no surprise,
The world outside, an illusion.

1 comment:

Varsha Uke Nagpal said...

Your thoughts remind me of the movie Sidhartha. In fact it is based on a book by Herman Hesse. The wanderings and search for what exactly is life, our quest is perhaps what makes life so interesting, for those who question.Liked what you have written very simply but very profound.

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