Friday, December 5, 2008

Mirage called Life

Oh how happy she is
Mirth and laughter abound
Not a care in the world
No attachments, no strings
No worries, no tensions.

Wish I could be like that
Where tears are unknown
Where fears do not lurk
Where worries touch not
Nor tensions wash the shores.

Then look beneath the facade
Beyond the smiles, obvious
Beyond the words, carefree
Behind the curtains, rich
Behind the veil, beautiful.

Understand that beings all kind
Have got the same ration
May be a few kilos more, a few less
Some in past, present, some in future
But ration there is.

The mastery lies in
What you wish to show
What you want to be seen
What you wish to portray
What is the image you desire
The mirage that is built.


Margaret said...

Written with deep & subtle significance...Very nice....

Arun said...

Is the inside what we make of it? Or does it exist by itself?
Is the inside what we think it is? Or is it perceived differently in different circumstances?
Is the inside a mirage?
Is the inside seen from the mind?
Is the outside seen from the mind?
Is the way that others see us, seen by us in the way that they really see us?

A very poignant piece of literary work.
Thought provoking and reflects the levels of introspection done as well as the emotions that are currently being experienced.

Take care

Kam said...

Can't comment. Comments not needed. I can see the picture with words.