The Illusion Of Existence

Who am I, but a happenstance?
Ever-drifting thru, the tombs of time
Had death not been, a dalliance
Would Iife still be, a sin sublime!

No more beyond, what they deem me
No lesser than, my fist could hold
I am a keep, of my destiny
Or a made-up man, many histories old!

Which burden bears, my tethered soul
Whose faith believes, my fettered heart?
With guiles galore, to pay life’s toll
Am a phantom I, torn deliriums apart!

The same mirage, I chase each day
From where I left, my life’s pretense
Yet my shadow lusts, to stray and stray…
Through Illusion Of My Existence!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra

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