The Illusion

The stillness of the earth is an illusion.
Its death-like inactivity is an illusion.
The twinkle of the stars is a hoodwink.
The light of the moon is a hoodwink.
Everything you were taught as a child,
Was probably a lie.
No Santa, no boogieman, no heaven, no hell;
A couple of deceptions that you can tell,
To your own kids, and deceive them as well..

That circus magic you once saw with your parents;
Was a bluff.
A trick of the hands pulling out a dove,
Out of smoke puff.

Somewhere in the midst of everything,
You grew up.
And realised it was all a hoax.
But did you allow your mind to be provoked?
NO.

You kept believing you're a free bird,
Residing enslaved under the veiled cage of 'democracy',
You let the television and media control your mind,
Are you really that crazy?
YES YOU ARE..

You grew older.
You got married.
It was your child that she carried,
In her womb for nine months.
But, to you,  she's fat and ugly now,
You need to hunt something fresh down..
And for your values, you are renowned,
In your neighbourhood and town..
That unseeming soft smile that her lovely lips still wear for you,
You think you've got her fooled too?
No son. That's an illusion!

Another story, another town,
That one woman who hunts every man down,
With the look of her eyes.
Oh! If only looks could kill..
She had everyone dancing dandy on the tips of her fingers..
But that one man in her life who always lingers,
On in the hope, she'd be loyal one fine day.
While she thinks she's had him deceived.
No honey, that's an illusion!

Living our lives woven in threads of illusion we ourselves create,
We pass it on as ancestral lineage.
And make our children bereft of the magic.
The actual magic.
That we have lost touch with.

Take a vow;
Bring back that magic now.

- Sukhman K Atwal.