The Sunday Muse #186
Love,
a natural disaster
cannot be controlled or contained
masquerading
the passions of self-love.
Eyes.
windows to the soul
can play games
if one is not careful.
Mirage,
what we see and feel
short and sharp
bits of universes
lodged in the distorted psyche!
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“what we see and feel
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bits of universes”
I love that.
Nice, and in perfect keeping with this week's theme!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautifully written Sunita, and I agree with Shay, perfectly in line with the theme!
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yeah, i hear that, a lot depth in this poem to sink into
Love does have its side of illusion.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💛love
Struck by "short and sharp//bits of universes" and the way the poems give definitions that reassure that the words are still unknown.
ReplyDeletePenetrating the mist of illusion, dispelling the reflection of ourselves in the other, sometimes seems a hopeless task indeed. Excellent final stanza.
ReplyDeleteEach of these comes with a wonderful message ~ for all.
ReplyDelete"Mirage, what we see and feel...." So well said.
ReplyDelete"Love, a natural disaster" -- perfect!!!
ReplyDeleteUnescapable illusions, most all are caught in these traps.
ReplyDeleteNice write, Sunita. I'll be especially watching the love.
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Love that last stanza!
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