Nights Of Illusion

Intoxicated by your musings,

The soul searches for the exit,

Roaming on the beaches,

Smelling the sand in dreams,

I am trying,

Believing the trial & error method,

Coffe for some people,

Pets for others,

There is no sure way to escape from herat break,

Because it's part of your life forever,

That joy or pain,

It makes your perception unique,

As I started accepting it as a part of life,

Nights of illusion replaced by cosy times,

As I became too much comfortable with myself,

Where I am patting myself,

To appreciate my soul for making peace,

With everything in and around me.