Images that appear in the decorated reality may seem to be naive
The scenery surrounding the eyes enhances the credibility of an illusion
You appear to be there with everyone; sitting here is solitude in another reality
Juxtaposing the phantom beliefs at the insistence of the vortex of thoughts
Reality slips away through the eyes; the mind and heart starts feeling empty
Dawn has no effect on the hollow territories of life’s recently abandoned emotions
Puerile ideologies start rushing in to fill the incalculable void
Meshed realities do little to bandage the two illusions in a considerable proximity
Fidgety fingers forget to count time and cloak the rationale with irrationality
~Amitav
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