I came I saw
Sun has left bye
Leaving few shadow behind
Tear falls by few drops
My quest as sodden when entreated
Over the image less village deity
And I search upon pages after pages
The asphalt dusts of divine
Illusion dispels
By the narrow ending of the day
The breath dispenses
By tone earthly attired
Yet I avert by the shadow
When arraigned
bullet or dog artless
Car honks on the street in descibles
Dream when intends to curve the art
By virtual paints
passion overhauled
By assemblage of benign grace
Silence peeps in when bold
Withholding the vastness
When I find the golden rays
Locked in undertones of tea cup
Deciphering the code of illusion
All spaces of secret identity
Listlessly baling all elated dreams
I simply aspire the gleams
Nice poem on illusion. Like the mention of a tea cup, dreams, and art. Thanks for sharing.
'Dream when intends to curve the art By virtual paints passion overhauled By the assemblage of the benign grace' An excellent poem on illusion. Love the above lines most,10+++
I found wonderment and beautiful metaphors throughout this piece.. thank you Subham!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is enticing. A reminescence of the lifting of Maya´s veil. An insightful view of a soul in search of becoming Light. Beutifully written! My respect to you!