Illusion & Reality
Reality is wrapped
In layers after layers
Of illusion
Each one bewitching some
Or the other sense organ
Like the vision
The hearing
The touch
The smell
Or Taste!
Everything is the same
Feels the same
By seeing
Hearing
Smelling
Tasting
Touching!
And yet
It dawns rarely
That it is all illusion
Built to rein
The ordinary
In the mundane…
To encourage them
To indulge in senses
Sensual pleasures
Which are innumerable
Compared to the
Availability of time…
Pursuing them till
The organs start
One by one
Signalling the end…
Falling eyesight
Impaired hearing
Teeth disappearing,
Taste buds gone
Sensation lost !!
Wrappings only gone
Packaging alone gone
But it is
The packaging really
That is illusion
Wrapped around reality
We miss in unconsciousness…
Look at flowers
Look at fruits
Look at anything living
It is the same
It is unmistakably the same:
Reality wrapped
In lovely packaging
Creating the necessary illusion
To protect
To secure
To continue
The Life Source:
The seed
The reality!
Just think
Think of the layers
Wrapped around a fruit
Several layers of skins
Intricately woven
Around the Seed
Reaching the Seed
Requires tearing
Several layers
One by one
After crossing
The charm of
The coating
Of the finest
Powders in creation
Or the colours
Or the aroma
Or variety
Of tastes…
Everyone of them
Vivid and innumerable
Everyone enticing
Everything bewitching
Everything charming!
Cross the first
Few entanglements
Of colour or taste or smell
Confront the thicker wrappings
The abundance of
Packaging by pulp
Pulp that allows not
Further movement
Pulp so arresting
You won’t leave
Even when satisfied
Only to throw away
The reality
The seed
Thinking it is
Of no use !
Sad !
You got lost
In the packaging material
Charming wrappings
And lost out
The reality.
None of your fault
Illusion again
Packaging hides again
The seed
In several more
Layers of wrappings
Before you can
Actually reach
The seed
Which honestly
Shows up
Only when
It sprouts
Wrapped again
In layers
So fine
That only
Scientific examination
Lays them bare
Excepting
The one and only
Called praan
Or Life
Which is invisible
Beyond human creation
Beyond human intervention
Beyond illusion.
