At times

At times
It leaps out from its slumber
Snarls at my face,
Seems to smile, even as it’s
Vicious fangs seem to sting.
Chilling eyes boring into my very soul;
And then it slithers back, stays coiled,
Until
It strikes again.

At times
Sidles in,
Through the crevices;
Feel it, as I would -
A breeze playing with my curls
An exquisite fragrance playing with my senses
Mesmerising music playing with the strings of my heart.
Quixotic it’s made me.

At times
Wakes up, with me,
Breathes with me,
Moves with me.
Clings to me.
Naah..not today, won’t leave my side;
So close, so near,so dear;
Stays with me;
And as my lids droop, bids me farewell.


What is, that
Haunts me, taunts me?
Besieges me, beseeches me?
Girdles me, cradles me?
What is, that
Makes my days sweeter,
My spirits lighter?

Have the answer.
‘Illusion’.
That, which does not exist,
Except that
It does.
Deep within,
Safe and sound.
Will hold on.
Will stay on.