Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Mirage. . .


I don’t know when it all started,
I don’t know why it all happened,
But it did.
I call it a Mirage, even after,
I know it was real.
I call it a Mirage, only because,
Of reasons which I can’t even perceive yet.



A Mirage, which gave me a feeling,
That I’m special to at least someone.
A Mirage, which gave me a feeling,
That time is precious and short.
A Mirage, which gave me a feeling,
That Life is so much beautiful.
A Mirage – A Feeling.



A Mirage, that changed,
The world around me.
A Mirage, that changed,
The way I think.
A Mirage, that changed,
The way I imagine.
A Mirage – A Change.



A Mirage which made me sense;
The beauty of gentle breeze,
The beauty of calm evening,
The beauty of shivering rain,
The beauty of every Color and Dark Silence.
A Mirage – A Sensation.



The Mirage was not an Illusion,
For, the feeling was real,
For, the change was real,
For, the sensation was real.
But the Mirage will be an Illusion,
For, it can’t make me feel the same again.
A Mirage – An Illusion.





Yours,

Shinu S.