(Are we for real? Or are we some inexplicable unsolved illusion? Are we existing? Or do we just “think” we exist? Sometimes we have no answers for some questions. When we wake up from a dream, we believe we are back in reality BUT what if we are yet to awake? What if, this life we are living, a long never-ending delusion……)
I run through your thoughts
I sprint through your mind
You try to hold onto me
And put life on rewind
Yet you can’t find me in any of your memories
Yet you can’t seem to locate me when times freeze
Do I exist cause you are
Or am I for real?
I bet you are confused, I know
Was my face an illusion?
And my voice imagination?
Only in your dreams did I learn to grow
Were you the only one who could see me?
Was I invisible to everyone else?
Just a creation of your imagination..
Someone you made up
Like an imaginary friend
A self-believable strange notion
Do I live in your heart, unknown to all
Hidden in that tiny space
Am I the one; that pumps blood into you?
An emotion you can’t replace
Where am I, you wonder?
Whats my origin in your life?
Am I a forgettable chapter, you think?
Someone who will disappear when time comes
Like a slowly vanishing link
Do every breath you take, fills you up to brim
Reminds you of the fragrances I hold
I cloud your vision so easily
Do your eyes deceive you – when my image they behold?
Can you find if I am real when you slowly touch me?
Or even your touch is an abnormal delusion?
Why do your ears still hear my soundless laughter?
My identity, your mind’s confusion!
Did the life we lived-
Never did happen at all?
Was it a dream from which you woke?
A web of unsure hallucinations
A relationship that was revoked
You still wonder whether its this or some past life
That weaved my memory into yours
A mysterious connection that appeared out of blue
And assimilated in that life of yours
Or maybe- I am you, you are me
Maybe we are; one whole
Two souls that thrive in one single body
Same destination to seek but play different role
There’s a thin line that separates, this mirage of inscrutable
From what we believe as real
Or maybe all this is just make-believe world
Neither imperfect nor ideal
Is the truth just a fiction
And a lie that we live
Fallacy that binds you and me
Our lives a deception
Our relation non-existant
A raging enigmatic sea
Or someday you may find
I am indeed a fact
I always was and will be
Its you who is unreal
Just a memory re-living
A figment created by me…..