Brittle illusion

What I hear, or think,

What I smell, when I blink,

The truth is, it's all made up!

It's not even close to truth.

It's all to divert you, far away!

Deep rooted senses, rooting us in illusion;

When illusion shakes, mind falls apart.

To doctors, it's all stupid diagnosis,

To people around, you're mad

When illusion shakes,

It uproots you from the world

You wonder what all these objects around are,

Or who these people around really are!

Do you really know them?

Or are they the acquaintance made in this birth.

Everything will fall apart,

The body will burn down to ashes,

Relationships will be long gone.

If it's before last breath, you're blessed.

At the end. it's all an illusion I had taken for

granted all these days.

When the illusion shakes, you wake up.

Wake up to never sleep again.