Sunday, May 17, 2009

Poem: Maya

Maya: Illusion

I see illusions
Their iridescent colours
Like mica

Somewhere in my psyche
I know what they are--
Ready to shatter
With a firm tap

But mesmerised
I lose myself to the maya
I do not tap, I admire,
Trapped in its perfection

Such beauty must exist
It has a right to be, I say
I forget it is mica

I stare: it is mother-of-pearl
I tell myself it holds treasures.

3 comments:

Manoj said...

Hi Hash,
Nice poem!...so true, we get so engrossed in our illusions, forgetting that everything we attribute to them are the product of our own minds, nothing else!
Best
Manoj

shashi said...

Soothing and small but true. Lovely thought Hash!
Mama.

Anonymous said...

I absolutely loved the poem.It drew me inside with the imagery. The lines are amazingly knit.


"I know what they are--
Ready to shatter
With a firm tap"

These lines were brilliant.A delightful read.

Regards,
Atharva