Mirage

Mirage has been my favorite word since a long long time, I believe it embodies the spirit of a poet and the dreamy vision of the fantasies and optimism he holds in his core. Although this poem has a cynical backdrop, it has more to associate with illusion and the fleeting nature of a 'moment'!

Feeling vulnerable in your dreams arcade

That you wake up to the actual with a strong facade

Finally when dreams are only a close camouflage

Reality is ‘present’ as a distant mirage.

Love

Xoxo

Juxtaposed

Admittedly this post has been written a year ago, but to keep this sleepy blog alive, here it goes: 

The Moon is ageing in descent

Withering from a full circle into a undying crescent

The night is borne old and fangled

Rising, as the day eats into the night mangled

Stealing the dearth of the dark, dreamily

I lay awake breathing life into me icily

Every waking moment full of treason

Within, I search for an eluding reason.

Ex Oh

W.W

P.S: Thank you to everyone who reminded me of the blog ! I tend to drift away sometimes !