Illusion

The day I was born
Was the day I started
my beautiful voyage
to my very own death

The hands who held me
while I grew up from small
are the same hands today
falling short of breath

The sun which rose
and started my each day
is the one which disappeared
when I needed its light

The stars that twinkle
and give me hope & soothe
are the ones, I forgot
appeared only at night

The money I earned
that gave me pleasure & merry
wud be the first to leave
When I will be gone

The friends that I made
who gave me a comfort shoulder
I know would never attend
My funeral at the dawn

It is a world of chaos
fake realisms, shining nights
Ever burning hopes & desires
All an utter confusion

This life, am sure
is nothing but a mirage
And I am, myself
the biggest illusion...