An Illusion…

You might have an illusion…
Seeing the way I dress.
You might have an illusion…
Seeing I have no grey hair.
You might have an illusion…
I do not look my age.
You might have an illusion …
Seeing dimples on my cheeks.
You might have some illusion…
Hearing me sound a bit loud.
But the truth to all that is…
My voice comes with promising words…
A smile on my face …
Comes from the bottom of my heart.
The tears flowing from my eyes…
Build up in my torn soul and part.
The sweetness I have in me…
Is to put a laughter in a crying soul…
Like some people around me…
I hide my tears in my heart.
I am a lonesome in my room like some…
I cry out loud and sing a song.
I weave so many dreams like some…
That I know they are there never to come.
But the world around myself…
I created with thoughts so beautiful.
I know some define me so incorrect…
I believe they still have to see my beauty yet.

 

© 2016 Pimmi Nag