Is it all fantasy or just my imagination,
Is it real or my illusion?
The things I touch might burst out,
My feelings about something might disperse.
Is it real or my illusion?
I may began to drawn in the world of isolation.
Then, my feelings about something might disperse,
Everything around me just gray and somber .
I may began to drawn in the world of isolation,
Everything here is short lived,
Everything around me just gray and somber .
What is real and what is fake still unanswered.
Everything here is just short lived,
Everything just vanishes in seconds,
What is real and what is fake still answered.
Like a mirage it just disappears.
Everything just vanishes in seconds,
Every emotion is short termed,
Like a mirage everything disappears,
Will there be happy moments to smile?
Every emotion is short termed,
Chaos and solitude churning in,
Will there be happy moments to smile?
As the scorching sun is setting in.
Chaos and solitude churning in,
Making me prey of the delusional world.
As the scorching now sets in,
Let the mystery be known to world.
Author Bio
Passionate about writing from a young age, Priyanka Deshpande embarked on her literary journey at 13, exploring diverse vocabularies, genres, and languages beyond her mother tongue. Today, she co-authors over 85 anthologies, compiles two books, and engages as a reviewer in various writing communities. She firmly believes in continuous learning, stating that "a writer never stops learning as each day brings new insights."
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