Illusions

What the eyes see

are illusions,

the deceitful trickery

of reality

the sounds we hear

are not music

only chaos

all objects  men and women

are moving shadows

without depth or essence

cynicism is inevitable.

No words remain

uncontradictory

no law  is respected

cacophony rebounds

even louder

noise and rumours,

confuse the primal truth

of my being.

My truth cracks

should I lie down

under sedative

who will decide

If I am frozen

in my stirless being.

I doubt whether

I am what I am

my gushing breath and

palpitating heart

my blurred vision

my resounding ears

are they real or

I am reality blind?

Sabita Sahu