Illusions
Like the sky azure,
Restless, Stagnant
Like still waters green,
Some distant pond unclean
Like the ceaseless motion
Of the constant sidewalk
Like the peaceful notion
Of a coming storm
Like sheets dusty in homes forlorn
Living off memories of pleasures borne
Like musty books on creaking racks
Silently demanding their yesteryears back
Like ageing toys’ cries
For reasons why they were passed by,
Like a depressed mind’s pause,
To search for suicide, just cause
Just so, my heart
Hesitates in its stride
Harbouring hopes, dreams
To break and build alike
Vivek
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