ILLUSION

When the night's old, the moon pale and tired,

Blinkering stars are fading away

Lazy breeze brings back memories of you .....

Neera! You come alive, your eyes full of tears,

I stretch out to hold your soft, trembling hands,

I whisper tenderly,

Pouring out my heart........

Thereafter I proudly call the god of death,

Hey Lord! here is a precious gift for you :

A fulfilled soul of a great king....

The first ray of day-break and the bird's chirpings

Bring the realization it was all illusion !

Forgive me Neera!!

Once again I failed as many times as before.....

What I died to say only once!....