They said she is an illusion,
A passing thought, which will be forgotten,
When the fate takes its toll, she will be gone,
And you will find, my dear, an easy escape from the daemon,
Yet another epitome of infinite manipulation.
I said she is a dream,
If she is one, then forgetting is not an option,
Cause dreams are the essence of my reality, my form,
And fate may create hurdles, let there be potholes on all paths,
If manipulation is our nature, I am a born romantic.
Foolish we are born, Happy we can live.
P.s. I don't think I have any passion... The poem is dedicated to all my friends, Relatives and Novel and Movei characters who have one...
Mallesh
