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.