Philosophy of life...

This is where we live. The world of love if u make it,if u see it...

Ocean of glass, walls of water,
It's an illusion, a chimera, this world of love.
In this world, whoever went,
is just gone..
Stay of fireballs on sands of snow..
Story of softness in hot deserts..
Where the mirror of memories breaks,
shadows of truth can be seen everywhere..
The clouds are golden and there is a rain of stones..
It's all illusion, this world of love.
In this world, whoever went,
is just gone..
In this world of heart, there are no boundaries,
In the eyes full of pain, respite doesn't sleep.
All the feelings that are there, is an unquenched thirst.
The philosophy of life is hidden in the refuge of love.
Winds of sunshine, gardens of thorns,
It's an illusion, this world of love.
In this world, whoever went,
is just gone..

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

"The clouds are golden and there is a rain of stones.. "
I like this line in particular. Plus, your refrain of the lines- It is an illusion...- makes your poem even wonderful.
You have talked of all the things which are bitter, but veracious. Lovely comparisons and good contrasts have been presented. The world of love- an illusion. I like this work.
Well-written and keep writing.

[Randhir kaur]

Yeah an illusion.. Many thanks Vatsal for ur time..Stay tuned..

[Srijan Gupta]

Flamboyantly said...a mirror held to us!

[Randhir kaur]

Thank u Srijan..

[Happy hours]

nicely describe the world of love...i like the words you used in your poem...
great job...thanks for sharing.. :)

[Randhir kaur]

Thanks for ur attention.... I m glad dat u liked it..