At last

At last

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal

The end of illusions,
Is not very smooth, neither rough,
Yet it is not less painful,
Than the illusion itself,
The hungers of the soul,
Are not really bubbling now,
Yet it is not dead, neither living,
as it was ever,
The haste to elope,
Is delaying its zenith,
Yet it is not slow, neither sombre,
In its desire to flourish

© 2014 hardeep sabharwal


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No one can say that coincidences don't exsist. I am reading a book with that title the future of illusions....
And this writing has a lot to do with it. Great expression of become aware fo that which we don't need for the sake to bring forward that which really belongs to us but was covered under infinite layers of illusions.

One could find alot of meaning here.

Thankyou

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

yes its life and many a times we see these coincidences,

thanks for reading and liking .. read more



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Fascinating read and very well written!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much :)
The illusion of everything yet nothing.
Fascinating read Hardeep!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thankyou so much sindu
illusion: whats real? what's not? how to make sure? even if you know.......are you sure, that that itself is not an illusion?
interesting poem!!!
i liked it!!!
:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot pushkar
Pushkar Prabhat

9 Years Ago

you are welcome...........:) :)
Life itself is Maya. We flourish with time and elopes with desires. Compromised most of the time.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks mayank for reading and reviewing :)
This piece is awesome. Like an alternate dimension. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot
Very insightful and relatable. Beautifully written. Enjoyed the poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot, glad you enjoyed :)
that was very great, you did a great work here..
well done, keep up the good work :D

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks for the compliment and wishes
A very short piece but holds a beautiful msg for a reader. The end of illusions, let the illusions be ended itself or let us to end the illusion do it as early as possible. Yes illusion as I feel may foster you sometimes but it'll never be that easy to adaptable.

Hungers of soul a very meaningful line Hardeep, it'll never gonna end.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Prabha Salimath

9 Years Ago

You are welcome..
Don't mistype my name it looks meaningless.
hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Sorry for the mistake, it was actually typing error, prabha
Prabha Salimath

9 Years Ago

It's okay.
The first four lines are my favorites...this poem may be short but it holds some deep thought within it. Very good work..

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot :)

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patiala , punjab , India



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Hardeep Sabharwal describes himself as person of few words. He is one of millions of middle class Indians who do not have any ideology; they only want to live a peaceful life. The thing that hurts him.. more..

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