Treasure Island

indira babbellapati

(visakhapatnam, india)

reality vs illusion


everyone
everything
comes into being
with my birth
and
die
with my death

meanwhile
what i assume as mine
what you conclude as yours
rise and fall
within you and me

04jul2010
11.38hrs

Submitted: Sunday, July 04, 2010
Edited: Friday, July 30, 2010

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (7/13/2010 8:55:00 AM)

    Beautiful. Lucid but deep to the root. A sense of reality which is mostly like illusion. Illusion where everything and everyone vanishes when I die. So everyday life perhaps the illusion. reality is ocean-like soul from where my own bubble has come out.

    Well-written philosophy by poem. Thank you much.

    Live long...write more...

    Regards,
    10++
    Apoet Bangla (Report) Reply

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