Mirage..

Listen to the music
Beating within you..
And you have the tonic
For miseries that leave you blue..

Do you grasp the meaning
of the world it implies..
Memories can be healing
to cool off that extra spice..

For not everytime in life
Do events happen..
Events that cut like a knife
And are more difficult to pen..

The human mind
Is a bundle of contradictions..
Neither does it unwind
Nor does it favour predictions..

Time to stop connecting the dots
Or straining your imaginations..
Random dots dont convey inner thoughts
but only engender hallucinations..

Try not to understand
Strive hard to accept..
Build that power to withstand
The forces that make one erupt..

For, somewhere, searching for your reflections,
You chose the wrong mirror..
A mirror that mirrored your error
Forever..the play is over....