Reality is an illusion

From the source to the destination
In a flow that is eternal
To find a way that is real
Reality is an illusion.

The beggars in the street,
Fighting a live to live with
The sky is still blue
And the grass is still green.

The journey must have an end
But first it should begin
From where it all began
From the source as people say.

In the moment of Life,
Gaining is only a phrase
The right word is hope,
For which we live tomorrow.

The beggars are still there
The flow is still eternal
The life is still going
From source to the destiny.

Destiny runs amok,
A rule such to say
From a life to another
A thread is born.

A connection eternal
Binds all of us,
We feel it when we are solitary
And sit on green grass.


---Anon

P.S. This is not a my creation, but this is an appreciation by me. This is one of the poems I read today morning, and I fell in love with it. Reality is an illusion ! I pay my special thanks to Nabarun Mondal for making me read this one of the best poems I have ever read.