What my eyes see, is not true..
But only, the illusions of you.
Within the midnight blues..
I talk to myself quiet and low..
Elegies of my heart and soul..
That is where I find my love so lost..
Whether my eyes open or closed..
Nothing I see but only, illusions of you.
Daylight hours, the crowded street
Your words those sounded so discreet
Inside the coffee shop I sit..
Thinking awhile of those hours and minutes..
Among all the people passing by me..
Nothing I see but only, illusions of you.
Twilight occurs, the sensation lasts..
Memoirs of my emotions past..
Haunted love, my companion must..
Where autumn and shadows make their cast..
Among them flow tears from eyes blue..
Open my eyes and find just illusions of you.
11 comments:
Nice!
nice write...love the small touches of reality..the coffee shop...the people..mixed with the flow of memory and emotion...nice write...great one shoT!
Gorgeous. I love the flow, as well as the imagery used. Mundane life paired with the illusions of a grand love...love it!
Thanks for sharing with One Shot
A poignant piece of longing and loving and loss
you wrote this so well - I felt the heart beat of the speaker
Moon smiles
You capture that illusion of constantly projecting about someone throughout the day. Nice One Shot!
Nice poetry!
the middles makes it
you capture that moments well when reality fades away and when that what once felt real slips away like a shadow
Nice One Shot!
Lovely image and writing...life is about shattering illusions, but I think it's okay to hold on to a few while we need them.
Really nice and I enjoyed reading it... the last line was very powerful....
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Really touching. I felt this one resonate Pri. Loved it! x
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