Differential

Differential

Let go of the
illusion that it could
have been any

different

Perfect

Perfect

An illusion
across the blurry glass
as you smile
on the surface.

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Illusion of love

Illusion of love

Teach me to laugh
hard on my miseries,
tell me the illusion
of your presence is real.
How do I hold onto 
the mirage
of your eyes ?
I am naive,
I now know what 
conditional love is !

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Was it an illusion?

Was it an illusion?

Was it an illusion?
Words that trigger an attraction
A reply that lays a connection

Was it an illusion?
A look that exposes a sensation
A whisper that defines an emotion

Was it an illusion?
A touch that pushes a button
A kiss that captures a moment

Is it an illusion?
To transform words into reality
To turn moments into eternity

It is an illusion
When words are lost in silence
When affection is met with fear
When All is subsumed in memories

Whilst memories may fade
The illusion remains
We hope for those moments again

Poets love the illusion
Though Cynics judge us weak
We shall silence their mocking speak

 

 

Just Maybe

Just Maybe

Maybe night is day.

Maybe day is night.

Maybe white is black.

Maybe black is white.

Maybe sad is happy.

Maybe happy is sad.

Maybe bad is good.

Maybe good is bad.

Maybe later is now.

Maybe now is later.

Maybe prayers are curses.

Maybe curses are prayers.

Maybe sound is silence.

Maybe silence is sound.

Maybe found is lost.

Maybe lost is found.

Maybe to live is to die.

May be to die is to live.

Maybe peace is violence.

Maybe violence is peace.

Maybe dreams are realities.

Maybe reality is a dream.

Maybe all of these things.

Aren’t what they seem.

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Illusionary #Poetry

What if beauty is just an illusion?
What if those alluring flowers—
Are just made by our creative visions.

What if literature doesn’t exist?
What if prominent poetries—
Are just emotional fantasy beasts.

What if Elizabeth I, didn’t really live?
What if they made her—
Just to mold an inspiration for us to believe.

What if we really don’t have families?
What if we just made them—
To polish our longing bliss.

What if I’m just an illusion?
What if you are all actors—
Filming just to visualize my imagination.

What if…I kill myself?
What if I’ll end—
All the agonies that makes me deaf.

Will someone be there?
None! Because each of you are just illusions—
That fades when I need you here.

The world, taught me to be an illusionist.
But because of these, I’m agonizing.

Can I end these lies now?
This pain—
That forms melancholy?
This life—
That is illusionary?


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Fools #Thoughts

There are some fools in these world who believe themselves to be smart enough to play with your minds.

But ultimately they endup fooling themselves.

Such persons have nothing to do in there life,
They might endup there life’s in doing nothing,
They are useless, but have brilliant minds,
Which they utilize in trying too fool others, and these thing backfires.
Take A Wakeup Call Before It’s Late.

They endup loosing important things in there life.

And I Do Love Playing With Such……

Moral : Stop Living In A Illusion Full World Of Fooling. You Are Ending Up Fooling Urself And Loosing Some Very Important Things.

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You are just an Illusion #Poetry

Are you even
Real?
Or are you just an
Illusion?
Sometimes I think I
Made you up
Because no one could possibly
Hurt me this much
You can’t be real
You aren’t
Real
You are an illusion
You’re just an
I l l u s i o n

©VishalDutia

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Prostitute #Poetry

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Giving joy, getting joy, never coy,
Often pretty, always called a toy,
She sells all that there is to deploy.
And there is she who is demure;
A teacher whose job is secure.
Some say that all teachers are pure.
And there is he who is a professor;
He is his fathers successor;
Just like his fathers predecessor.
The first one we call a whore;
She prostitutes her body more and more;
But the other ones we adore.
The professor prostitutes his knowledge.
He also sells his precious time.
And the teacher too makes the same pledge;
Especially while she is in her prime.
We all prostitute something every day;
Yet only the first ones a prostitute; yay!

Some say that a woman that trades her body for money is a whore, if that is the case, then a woman that trades her body for flattery and kind words is just a whore that is not paid very well.

Carl R White