Lover of Mirages

Love is reflection of illusion we live in.
Everything seems so perfectly still.
Real courage is tested when waters are in motion,
Where the beloved runs behind the reflection in delusion of finding the lost love,
Waiting only again for stillness to arrive as a united mighty ocean.

Love, love for beloved makes you bathe in lust,
Until one day you wake up to find not blood
But lust run in the veins, in the veins of the mesmerized soporific lover,
Lover of mirages!!

When the veins of lover, lover of mirages burst, nothing will flow but only blood.
Of all the lash of light mirages have given,
They are not droplets of lust but out springs of sorrow.

Love for mirages is not for faint hearted ones,
Who neither loose nor gain.
But for the brave faithful souls who take fire in order to get light.

Mirages pity the lover, for having loved it immensely,
Immensely drunk like the string of lute in sorrow of love.
You pluck it and it makes the sweet music,
Music to balm the lover’s soul.

Oh my spinous mysterious mirage love,
Before we part this lane, I leave some words for you,
If you find light in them please do read to know that,
‘l love you’ !!!
~Shilpa