Why or why not, I ask,
Embrace the stars, their song bereft?
Like bourbon burned upon my tongue,
I feel detached, my soul bereft.
My tears, a paradox of glee,
Cascade at every whispered word.
And so I tell myself, this writer’s plea:
“I tell myself each waking morn,
The feelings that my heart did mourn,
The night before’s forgotten tale.
I tell myself this grand illusion,
To soothe the aching, haunting bruise.
I live to die, a swift collusion,
The trinity of me, myself, and muse.”
Tag: illusion
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The Dance of Truth and Lies
Truth and lies, a strange pair,
Walk hand-in-hand, everywhere.
Truth is pure and clear as day,
While lies are cloaked in shadows gray.Truth speaks with a voice so bold,
Lies whisper secrets, untold.
Truth is the light that guides our way,
Lies lead us astray.But oh, how often lies deceive,
And make us believe what we perceive.
They paint a picture false and fair,
And trap us in their cunning snare.So be wary of the lies you hear,
And hold truth close, my dear.
For truth is the foundation strong,
On which our lives belong.In this world of shifting sands,
Where truth and lies often join hands,
May we have courage to discern,
The truth from lies, and learn.To see the world with eyes so clear,
And banish all our doubts and fear.
For in the end, truth will prevail,
And lies will fade and fail.
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न भूत न भगवान
न भूत न भगवान, बस मन का है धोखा जो दिखता है सपना, वो है सच का रोका
क्या है ये संसार, क्या है ये माया क्या है ये प्रेम, क्या है ये साया
कुछ भी नहीं है स्थिर, सब पल-पल बदलता है कुछ भी नहीं है अपना, सब पल-पल छलता है
न भूत न भगवान, बस मन का है धोखा जो दिखता है सपना, वो है सच का रोका
दुनिया में है केवल इंसान ही इंसान.
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How to Question Reality: A Poem of Doubt and Discovery
How can you discern?
If the unseen forces gripping
your resolve are not mightier than your urge to
rebel.
How can you fathom?
That there’s more to this realm than your
finite eyes can behold and your bounded mind can grasp.
When will you perceive?
That there’s been a change in your outlook,
When what was once vile now seems virtuous,
You end up saying “it’s not that grave.”
How can you verify?
If these emotions are genuine,
Or merely the mind’s ingenious ploy,
A phantom of our own being.
And how can I ascertain?
That the words I pen are veracious,
And not the mind’s deceptive scheme,
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Sex Was Real, Love Was Not
Sex was abundant, we had a lot
But love was something that we never got
We danced between the sheets, in desire’s heat
But in each other’s hearts, we couldn’t meet
Our bodies intertwined, in passion’s delight
But in our souls, there was no light
Our love was just an illusion, a fleeting thought
But our sex was real, the only thing that we caught.
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The Illusion of Emotion
We chased a feeling not a reality,
Lost in a world of our own duality.
The highs and lows, the twists and turns,
We followed our hearts, but never learned.
The rush of passion, the thrill of desire,
We chased these flames, like moth to fire.
But in the end, we were left with smoke,
Our hearts shattered, our spirits broke.
For emotions are but fleeting and fickle,
A temporary fix, a mere tickle.
We must ground ourselves in what is real,
And not chase illusions that we feel.
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The Waiting Game
Waiting for something that never comes,
Hope and anticipation, they weigh like tons.
Patience wears thin, as time ticks away,
Expectation turns to uncertainty, day by day.Disappointment looms, like a dark cloud,
Frustration builds, like a crowd.
Persistence and perseverance, they’re put to the test,
As faith and trust, they’re put to the rest.Dreams and aspirations, they seem so real,
But reality bites, like a sharp steel.
Illusion fades, like a mirage in the desert,
Emotions and feelings, they’re left to assert.The waiting game, it’s a tricky one,
It can be won, but it can also be undone.
So hold on tight, and don’t let go,
For the train may come, when you least know.
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Contradiction of Perception
Contradiction of Perception
Eyes see but what is true,
Mind interprets all anew,
Reality is subjective, not a fact,
Illusions often lead to impact.Perception is a game of the mind,
Bias and filters make us blind,
Contradictions we can’t ignore,
Perception is often a double-edged sword.
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The Beauty of Chaos
The Beauty of Chaos
In the midst of chaos and confusion,
There lies a beauty, a grand illusion,
A dance of madness, a wild display,
A symphony of disorder, in disarray.The swirling winds, the crashing waves,
The lightning strikes, the thunder saves,
A chaos so raw, so uncontrolled,
A beauty so pure, so unenfolded.In the chaos, there’s a hidden art,
A masterpiece, a work of heart,
A canvas painted with random strokes,
A beauty that emerges, as chaos evokes.The chaos, it pulls us in,
It’s a force we cannot resist or win,
But in its midst, there’s a beauty so rare,
A beauty that’s worth, all the chaos and despair.For in the chaos, there’s a magic we find,
A beauty that’s hidden, yet so refined,
A beauty that’s chaotic, yet so divine,
A beauty that’s in the chaos, we can’t decline.So let the chaos reign, let it be,
For in the chaos, there’s a beauty we see,
A beauty that’s rare, and so profound,
A beauty that’s in the chaos, all around.
© VishalDutia
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The Illusion of Inviolability
The Illusion of Inviolability
Through life’s journey, I strove to succeed,
Aiming for the impossible, my soul to feed,
But alas! The illusory mask was revealed,
Inviolability, an unattainable shield,
An awakening, a humbling realization,
The quest for the invincible, a mere fabrication.
© VishalDutia
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Was it an illusion?
Was it an illusion?
Words that trigger an attraction
A reply that lays a connectionWas it an illusion?
A look that exposes a sensation
A whisper that defines an emotionWas it an illusion?
A touch that pushes a button
A kiss that captures a momentIs it an illusion?
To transform words into reality
To turn moments into eternityIt is an illusion
When words are lost in silence
When affection is met with fear
When All is subsumed in memoriesWhilst memories may fade
The illusion remains
We hope for those moments againPoets love the illusion
Though Cynics judge us weak
We shall silence their mocking speak
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Just Maybe
Maybe night is day.
Maybe day is night.
Maybe white is black.
Maybe black is white.
Maybe sad is happy.
Maybe happy is sad.
Maybe bad is good.
Maybe good is bad.
Maybe later is now.
Maybe now is later.
Maybe prayers are curses.
Maybe curses are prayers.
Maybe sound is silence.
Maybe silence is sound.
Maybe found is lost.
Maybe lost is found.
Maybe to live is to die.
May be to die is to live.
Maybe peace is violence.
Maybe violence is peace.
Maybe dreams are realities.
Maybe reality is a dream.
Maybe all of these things.
Aren’t what they seem.
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Illusionary #Poetry
What if beauty is just an illusion?
What if those alluring flowers—
Are just made by our creative visions.What if literature doesn’t exist?
What if prominent poetries—
Are just emotional fantasy beasts.What if Elizabeth I, didn’t really live?
What if they made her—
Just to mold an inspiration for us to believe.What if we really don’t have families?
What if we just made them—
To polish our longing bliss.What if I’m just an illusion?
What if you are all actors—
Filming just to visualize my imagination.What if…I kill myself?
What if I’ll end—
All the agonies that makes me deaf.Will someone be there?
None! Because each of you are just illusions—
That fades when I need you here.The world, taught me to be an illusionist.
But because of these, I’m agonizing.Can I end these lies now?
This pain—
That forms melancholy?
This life—
That is illusionary?
©2018. Vishal Dutia. All Rights Reserved.
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Fools #Thoughts
There are some fools in these world who believe themselves to be smart enough to play with your minds.
But ultimately they endup fooling themselves.
Such persons have nothing to do in there life,
They might endup there life’s in doing nothing,
They are useless, but have brilliant minds,
Which they utilize in trying too fool others, and these thing backfires.
Take A Wakeup Call Before It’s Late.They endup loosing important things in there life.
And I Do Love Playing With Such……
Moral : Stop Living In A Illusion Full World Of Fooling. You Are Ending Up Fooling Urself And Loosing Some Very Important Things.
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You are just an Illusion #Poetry
Are you even
Real?
Or are you just an
Illusion?
Sometimes I think I
Made you up
Because no one could possibly
Hurt me this much
You can’t be real
You aren’t
Real
You are an illusion
You’re just an
I l l u s i o n©VishalDutia
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