Illusion
I know it is weird but sometimes I do get these feelings.
What if this life and this world is not what we think it is?
We are just living it the way we are told and people before lived like they were told.
We live and then we accept the inevitable end of human life.
What if when we die we actually wake up?
What if this world is just a dream and we are actually living our original life in some other world?
May be what I am writing is just some thought I pondered upon during day time,
And now when I am dreaming, I am writing about it in my dream and not reality.
May be all this happiness, problems, sufferings are nothing but just a delusion.
Can all our life from birth to the final showdown be nothing but just one night’s crazy dream?
What if our complete life is nothing but a hallucination caused by some drug we took in the beginning?
There are people with life full of worries, misery and happiness.
May be this is just one bad dream for them in their other life.
What if we are just actors performing on a stage without knowing about it?
May be when we die, we actually get to sit in the audience and enjoy rest of the show.
Do other people also get these thoughts which I don’t know but may be writing down here!
What if all we desire our life but couldn’t get it, gets fulfilled after we go to other side?
May be our planet is just an inner circle of some bigger circle.
What if one day I sleep and never wake up again?
I would say then don’t be sad and cry for me.
It’s just that may be then I will finally wake up.
May be then I’ll sit in the audience with a pack of popcorn
I’ll enjoy the rest of the movie with no worries and then I’ll wait for you!
Copyright © Pranjal Srivastava | Year Posted 2015
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