The Illusion Of Reality Poem by Aaryan Irani

He looked out,
Through the window
At shimmering stars
That smiled below
And closed his
Gentle eyes,
As he rested upon her thigh
Sweet, tender, starry night
Lost its glow at the sight
And the very lap where his mind slept
Drowned him to unspoken depths.
Struggle, scuffle, tussle and gasp
He couldn't be freed, nay; alas
When a wisp of smoke
To guide, a voice most faint
Gently spoke
To drag him out of his constraint.
He climbed out of despair
Only to see- no one had been there.
The dream wasn't a dream
It was reality, all that he had seen,
As the bleeding wound was all that was left
To endure his scar, was the final test.