An illusion April 5, 2007
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The silent shades of the morning’s sleep were broken on the sweet thoughts of her lingering smiles….
“Moon would hide in despair that no longer she is the most beautiful and sun would waver in skeptiscm that if he might not be noticed in the world that she lives”.
“Breezes would fly from places to pass her by and seasons would change themselves to be bestowed by golden her touch”.
“Tides will rise mountainous to witness the beauteous and would exult the precious the moments of their lifetime”.
“Rivers would detour the lands and clean them up and the flowers and leaves would shed themselves down the paths to be walked by her.”
“Women would run to their houses to clean up their mirrors and to try and beautify themselves to see if that might show them to be near comely and only only in vain”.
“Artists would wait on the streets queued up with their easels and brushes not knowing if they would get the glimse of their lifetime to paint their masterpiece”.
The truth stays etched that she is beautiful and in my thoughts, though she is a reality in imaginary my world and an illusion in real, Period. I smile and would continue to write…!
Jithesh Lakshmanan Marar.
