The grandiose illusion
subverted by emotion
the cacophony of voices
dying under the
poverty of reason
your pitiful existence
burdened by your shallow
possessions
you chest thumping your ego
to the inevitable oblivion
living under the pretense of a
mortal soul
imbued with an immortal illusion
a naysayer to your own existence
you are bound and gagged by your
own wishes and desire
you wish to sooth your soul
by dousing the fire
but the gut-wrenching truth
of those dreams and desires
slips through the cracks
like oil in water
a complete mismatch
you are a blip in this
grandness of reality
a tiny speck
a mark of frivolity
this sugar-coated lies
will slowly lose its taste
and the sourness of the death
will be rubbed on your face
you were never a creator
you could never be
a mistake by the divine
an exercise in futility.
–Megha
This…
You said it perfectly!
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Thanks for reading.Your comments are very encouraging
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You are kindly welcome. I know I sound like a broken record, but I truly love your poetry!
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Haha no you don’t.. happens to best of us.
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🙂 🙂 Glad to hear!
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wow, this was well said!
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Profound! So powerful words Megha..
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Thanks Graci.
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You are welcome Megha.
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Oh this is beautiful. Deep and thought provoking. 😊
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Thanks for reading and commenting
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Any time
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