Illusions And Emotions

Like the lanes of Varanasi,

The threads of thoughts inside my head

Keep merging into one another.

Implicating nowhere,

Unlike the lanes of Varanasi.

Which take one to the open ghats,

The holy Ganges, sunrise and sunsets.

I think, overthink and overindulge,

In those dark lanes,

Believing them to be the absolute reality!

My beliefs got terrified, doubting

The essence of their existence!

Sometimes illusions last longer than

All the emotions you have ever lived.