Illusion and Reality

I  was in  love  with

A  picture

The  downward  tilted  head

The  intense  look

The  style  and

The  attitude

I  was  the  Juliet

I  was  Laila

I  was, also, Desdemona

But

He  was  neither  Romeo

Nor  Majnu

Not  even  Othello

I  craved  pined

For  his  love  and  care

Sometimes  even  cried,

But  asked  him  never

Thus  held  on

To  my  pride

One  day,

By chance

Met  him  in  person

Caught  my  breath

And  felt

It  was  treason

He  was  not ,

In  the  least,

Like  his  image,

That,

 With  me  was  rage

This  stranger

Made  me  wince

No  way  he  could  be

My  prince

That  was  transition

From  illusion

To  reality

Thanks  to

My  coyness

And  my  vanity

                                ~Sudha Dixit

                                  Bangalore, India

 

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