ILLUSIONS (Unfinished)

Sometimes thoughts and ideas crop up in my silly brain which find their way out through my pen (I am still not used to typing out my thoughts, so, literally I rather pen them down). But if for some reason this thought process is interrupted in between, the poem remains unfinished, for I have an uncanny habit of not being able to retrace my thoughts to the instant I left off. As a result, a few of my poems have remained unfinished. Here is one of those poems which I could not finish since I could not exactly go back in time to the thoughts which had plagued my mind then. I could not even bring to my mind the thoughts with which I intended to finish off this poem. So, there it stands – unfinished.

Illusions haunt me today
As I realize their deception
And the truths occluded by them
Are now revealed as daylight.

We see what we want to
And believe what we love to,
Willfully remaining oblivious
Of the obvious falsehoods.

How true it is I ponder –
Alone you came hence
And alone shall you leave,
So why this pretence of not being alone?

Why do we ask for company,
Realizing the pains it entails?
Why do we try to distract ourselves
And willfully shut our eyes?

Why do we act of love
When we know it is just a mirage?
We look for water in the desert
And all we find is the glistening sand.

Why do we build a mirror
And look at ourselves anew?
Is it just to hide the world
Behind our happy reflection?

Can we release ourselves
From this deceiving mortal prison?
Will it be an end to this world –
A world of reflections and illusions?

Am I too an illusion in the lives
Of people who are illusions to me?
Are we trapped eternally in this
Merry-go-round – going up and down?