ILLUSIONS..

I dare to speak, that I lied

when I said you make me mad.

as its even worse to say,

that your presence makes me sick.

But absence makes me sad.

Its kindaa hard to say what I feel

as while expressing I never had the zeal;

although, my hallucinated mind

crossed the valley of uncertainty.

Its may sounds like a pity

That my heart never had or even has

the dignity;

Through which I could claim

that all those excuses I made,

where not all , totally lame.

As I know I should give up

or you can say I should shut up,-

mocking someone who isn’t even half

of a man, who can only just

try to understand or at least try

to pretend- what is it, so that

I always intend;

and why on earth I made this decision?

To live a life full of illusions..