An illusion

Black

The calm sunsets at the beach

with handover the shoulder of

the one who would walk shoulder

to shoulder in all storms and pleasant day.

The breeze makes her hair fly high and she smiles

for a moment could not understand what was

more beautiful her smile or the sunset.

Time the culprit signals that it is time to reach home.

We depart with a sadness that the moment is gone

yet happiness hides behind subtly cause tomorrow

is a new day and we meet once again.

As her home closes by, the heart beats go berserk

not wanting to letting her go.

But the darkness of the skies pushes her inside .

As the moon shines n the chilly wind blazes all out

The heart starts to sobs to hear her sweet voice.

There comes technology to rescue in form of phone.

Talks of the unseen future builds the foundation

for the discussion.

As she says shares how scared she is off

the society, family and the world.

A strange sense of fearlessness

awakens inside him saying will fight it

She gives a laughs and says

he can’t  his family cause she will hit him

if he tries to fight them.

He says he would do anything to make her happy.

She asks the perfect wish, says its way too late

go home eat n sleep.

But she does not know he is hungry for her presence.

Somehow the night ends….

they both slept off saying those three magical words.

They had this all along some good days, some bad days.

Some days they would fight the world for each other. N few days they would fight each other for the world.

Both had d best of times. Her innocence put hiM into a state of self questioning saying was it all true or a dream was he worthy of her.

She would laugh seeing his bedazzled mind.

Then when a drop of tear would roll down his cheek.

She would stop n say it’s all real n how she would leave the entire world for him…

She was like the angel in his demonic life.

She was the moonlight his darklife wanted.

She was the wizard who tamed the dragon.

She was true to him n so was he…

They had everything sorted out.

She was the dam which could hold

back all that the world would hold against him.

She was like this watchful teacher.

She knew it all, she knew how attached he was

she was all that mattered to him,  he would

Lose track of time when she was around.

If she asked he would bring anyone to their knees.

So powerful was his queen, that he would run into

any battle without a second thought…

As age passed when it was all bout have it’s happy little ending,.

There came a hunter,  called reality smashing

those little dreams crushing those promises.

And squandered barely breathing trying to see her ,there was reality laughing , laughing the laughter of death.

She had the sword that cut him…

And she said..it was all an illusion!!!!.

His cry was unheard his anger went out of control.

He wanted to destroy everything that breathed.

Cause it was not promises that where broken along with heart.

It was trust on humanity they went off.

The hands which ones wiped the tears cause tears of pain.

The smile which once soothed his raging heart, today created waves of depression.

Her voice could he heard in his dreams.

She was there yet he could not do anything.

Falling to his knee,  begging for mercy,

Pleading not to betray all were a vain.

Cause as she said, it was all an illusion…

Love died,  heart survived an attack,

Life struggled through, all that was left

were the happy moments of the illusion

Which walks n leaps in the corners of his heart n soul, taunting how he had been fooled into believing he can he happy…

After all it was the best illusion he ever envisioned….yet it was an illusion a black day of life…

Cheers to life

Airboy89

PS – WANTED TO WRITE MORE BUT JUST COULDNT EXPRESS MORE CAUSE OF LOSS OF WORDS… BUT REALITY IS THAT “AN ILLUSION” IS A REALITY !

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airboy89

Seeing life from different perspective like "everyone else". A bit of a realistic person and bit of "hope" there are fairy tale ending too type. Love travelling, reading drinking scotch and write whatever comes to mind for i have no certain type of genre since I write for my joy for my relaxation and peace of mind. I like to be what i am rather than be what others want me to be at times can be a stubborn ass and sometimes soft totally depending on the way i get treated. Love being alone even though its not my choice. Love listening to music and sip scotch as i dose off to dream land .... Rest you can find in my post so why don you just check them out... on instagram @the_hkesh on face book @ https://www.facebook.com/hemakesh

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