ILLUSIONS

 like a crushed paper
she was lying amidst the garbage of broken promises
a used paper, on which once,

someone wrote the most beautiful words
words which had their own rhythm
words which sang an unknown yet melodious song

a song which dictated her beauty
a song which had its own meaning 

a song that once delighted her heart

and a song which promised her all the infinities.

but when the circumstances changed,

when the sun sat in, and an eerie silence was taken by,
she looked for the same voice, same rhythm, same words to sing the same song
to intervene the deadly silence
with their euphonious  tone
but with the setting sun
maybe the tones sat too
because now they just echoed

 nowhere but in her heart
and this was when she learnt
not everything you hear is true
and illusions are true too!