Let go of theillusion that it couldhave been any different Continue reading Differential
An illusionacross the blurry glassas you smileon the surface. Continue reading Perfect
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 … Continue reading Was it an illusion?
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 … Continue reading Just Maybe
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 … Continue reading Illusionary #Poetry
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 … Continue reading Fools #Thoughts
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 Continue reading You are just an Illusion #Poetry
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 father’s successor; Just like his father’s predecessor. The first one we call a whore; … Continue reading Prostitute #Poetry