Sunday, April 24, 2011

An illusion of a perfect life.

Things can never be perfect,
As we want them to be.
As we imagine.
As we dream. 

However,
to lead a happy and a peaceful life ,
We can live in an illusion,
of everything being perfect.

We can hide our sorrows,
behind our glamourous smiles.
We can cry,
but call them "blissful tears".

We cannot run away from problems.
We cannot jump to the conclusions.
We cannot foresee our future.

We have to wait. 
And to wait, Its important to live in illusions.
I do.

I wish,
We could be born flawless,
like the unbroken petals of rose. 

I wish,
nothing would matter, except the hearts. 
*the most valuable- heart*

And today,
Everything else matters, but the heart? Ha! 
*who cares*

2 comments:

Arnav said...

Awesome poem :)
It is indeed the illusions we have in our mind which make us dream and then work towards that dream and perfection. Isnt it :)

Loved the lines "I wish,
We could be born flawless,
like the unbroken petals of rose.

I wish,
nothing would matter, except the hearts.
*the most valuable- heart*"

Vishal Raj said...

awesome hai ji !!!