Illusion #25

Posted on by Hemalatha Ramesh
from my poetry journal

This moment feels like,
I’m locked in a vacant hall
whose walls have polished mirrors etched,
the reflections it produce spooks.
I tried to get rid of it
as they explicate the beautifully harmful illusions
I unknowingly nurtured,
I had been lacking cognizance,
been engrossed in delusion.

The visual images brain interpreted
were wrong,
it was too narrow to look on positives
and overlook negatives.
Happiness is/was a mirage,
I lived in a house
made of furnitures that aren’t real,
humans who I believed were my housemates
was just visitors,
thus it was house never “home”.

Life isn’t (w)hole;
neither I am,
if only the mirror is true
and isn’t another mirage,
I shall be truthful to it,
wish I was pushed into this edge, earlier,
to have saved my love, affection and myself.

There’s no way to disappear from
one’s own introspection,
“everything has two sides” – isn’t a mere quote.

15 thoughts on “Illusion #25”

  1. =your poem distilled to its essence that you want to be free
    from your self-imposed prison for one reason or another
    or whatever to love, be loved, and feel the intense thrill of love again
    before that dude broke your heart=go for the falling off the edge
    in pure, sure, true pleasure!

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      1. There a thin line between fiction and non-fictional and whether a poem is fiction or non-fictional only thing that matter is the poem comprising matter and energy is important and of poetic value!

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  2. =your poem distilled to its essence that you want to be free
    from your self-imposed prison for one reason or another
    or whatever to love, be loved, and feel the intense thrill of love again
    before that dude broke your heart=go for the falling off the edge
    in pure, sure, true pleasure!

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    1. Isn’t it? Very true, I believe that all of them are a part of our lives with everything we build ourselves to a better human.

      Thank you so much for reading, ma’am ❤️

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