Illusory Crave

Dadhi Phoenix Poudel
Poets Unlimited
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1 min readDec 7, 2018

The illusion of senses
And the working of the mind
Can’t be just free
Free from the shackles of the time

Perceived vision
Sees high and low
Glittering world
Is it just for the show?

I,
The Mind
Or,
The Mind is I
Just like a shadow
Lurking by

Media, Medium
All means to be
To entertain the mind
Other than what it really meant to be

Illusions
More illusions
We keep feeding on
Waving ourself goodbye
And then,
There won’t be time for one
To keep,
To keep rolling on

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Dadhi Phoenix Poudel
Poets Unlimited

A person trying to learn ways of life. Learning by traveling, two wheel lover and playing with random words that comes to senses out of the blue.