The Illusion

"Its an illusion", I told myself.

If that's true,

Then why am I living in it?

Why then, do I dance with the winds,

Or bask in the glory of sunshine

Thinking, "Life couldn't surely get better."





The answer lies with me

And i don't want it to be told.

Who am I hiding it from then?

The halo of my real feelings

Encompasses my illusion,

Or does my illusion halo

around The Truth?







The Truth needs to be told, to be felt.

Can I bear its aftermath then?

Or have I become so lost

in the illusion that I created for myself,

that The Truth is now an illusion?

FRIENDS FOREVER

“‘Coz you’re my sweetest friend ever!”
I was elated. I wanted to believe it.
Did the most popular girl in school just say that?
Or was I imagining it?

Now I would be popular too.
An end to the perpetual “who’s she?”
I would be talked about too.
And make new friends galore.

That’s how it began.
Her words worked on me like a charm.
“Your best friend is such a bore!”
I knew she meant no harm.

But I stopped talking to my best friend.
“You’re just jealous of my friendship with her!”
Is what I told my best friend a few days later.
And she took it calmly.

Wannabe popular.
“Did u see that?
She’s the new side kick!”
It was me that girl was pointing at.

I saw that.
“You know how people can be,
They just can’t tolerate a healthy friendship!”
I believed her again.

She was popular.
She couldn’t be wrong.
“Why are you wearing yellow?”
I changed to green.

I would do her homework.
Help her with studies.
“Our friendship’s forever!”
Anything for her- I thought.

Judgment Day.

I overheard them talking-
“Why are you friends with her if u hate her so much?”
“Whatever made u think we’re friends??
She’s just another wannabe!”

I was hurt.
“I thought we were friends!”
“Oh don’t pretend that you weren’t
Using me for getting popular!

“Besides, didn’t you ever figure out
That you and I are worlds apart?
I would never had talked to you
If you hadn’t been smart!”

I wanted to scream, shout.
Hit her on her nose.
But I realized the value of a lesson learnt.
And walked back home with a broken heart.