This is how life shatters apart,
This is how you have moments in parts.
Broken images
In broken mirrors
Can only be seen
Until the last image is unseen
And then it ends
With an assumption
That it’s an illusion
Yes! Love is an illusion.
Empty heart
Beats with no life,
Celestial bodies
Of universe are alike.
Hollowness prevails
In searching eyes,
Searching the hollowness of life
This ends
In the deep and dark hollowness of death.
Now the sky will
Always be black
Without rain.
And I will be swallowed
With this last piece of unwanted mirror,
In this empty universe,
Where neither life
Nor death is known,
Only infinities grows
And grows!
And grows!
And where end is for ever UNKNOWN.
