ILLUSION

ILLUSION

Life is an illusion…
Something which is beyond the wildest realm of reality…
You know what reality is?
Reality is the fact that we are nothing but characters…
Characters in His created soap-opera.
Men have said many things, women have followed suit.
His spies in disguise tried to spellbind us using their elaborate blathering,
And we believed them,
Thinking they were right… thinking we were meant to be here after all…
Thinking this is not part of a big game plan… not a set-up…
And alas, how wrong were we?
His mood swings like a soul on a park ride,
Like the grieving mother bays for revenge and wails the moment after…
His mood is hard to assess…
Sometimes, He wants romance… and we fall in love…
We fall in love like that is so very natural.
Sometimes, He wants death… and we die…
Deserting our love like it never existed.
Sometimes, he wants pain… and we suffer…
Suffer inhumanly until we become numb or are taken away…
Sometimes, he wants carnage… and we indulge in war…
To destroy us and everyone else in our way…
But who am I kidding?
Aren’t we quite the same?
Aren’t we the ones who refuse to believe in god one moment,
And the very next, end up praying to Him for a favor…
One moment we thank him for everything that’s happening around us…
And the very next, curse him for being the Almighty?
Aren’t we the ones who love to blame it all on Krishna, Jesus, and Allah...
When some nation’s leader declares a nuclear holocaust???
So aren’t we trying to create an illusion…
A state of delusion and apprehension… a state of utter chaos?
I wonder who the puppet-master is…
Is it He… or is it someone like me?
Who’s a believer on the one hand and a skeptic on the other?
Who dreams a lot during visions of judgment day?
Who loves to love and hates to admit…
Who loves to blame but never corrects it…
Isn’t he the one…
Am I not the one…
Who’s shaping His role in our soap-opera?