When Mirages And Miracles Mingle

When you perch on the fence and feel the air whizz past your face to whisper your favourite rhythm into your ears. 

When you drive down a meandering path to chase the sun racing with you on the other side of the universe but yet so still. 

When you dive into the arms of your beloved to escape the noise of the world, the butterflies swerve to their best moves in your stomach 

And your heart does a summersault in your chest. 

When you talk endlessly to your grandma's photo frame on the wall, not in desperation of a reply 

But to let her eavesdrop from the other side 

When you wish upon the shooting star to let it tears apart your feeling of despair, fear and insecurity in a split second.

When you smile back at a stranger after a three-second-long eye contact to only satiate your hunger for comfort.

When you turn your head up amidst the woods to only see trees kissing the clouds.

When your grandpa sets an alarm to 4 in the morning, not knowing if he is going to make it a day longer or not yet dozing off with hope and life trapped under his eyelids. 

When you navigate the sky and sit for hours fixating on a cloud whose boundaries weave a meaning to you

When a song which had been played a hundred times is played again to take the heaviness off your chest as you perspire. 

And when the boundary between real and false dissolves to bend into the most comforting perceptions is when mirages meet miracles,

When you hear the unsaid, feel unstimulated and see the unobservable is when mirages and miracles mingle.