The illusory Poppyseed Bagel



Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
What’s that?
I look up at the skies.
There is a horde of seagulls
sounding almost like mountain sheep bleating….
 It’s so incredibly beautiful!
An illusion, huh?

Scrambled eggs and a poppy seed bagel,
 is this plate before me just an illusion?  
Will it become an illusion if I gobble it up
or was it an illusion even before that?
 
That woman with tortoiseshell glasses looking at me,
with a fixated stare, is she just a figment of my imagination?
An illusion?
Is her fixed stare an illusion or are the tortoiseshell glasses illusory?
Is the megalomania of the power-hungry a precarious illusion
or the powerlessness of the masses?
 
 
And that tiny dove cooing on the terrace-
diffidence in every coo, that an illusion too?
Oh let’s forget theorizing about illusion.
 
 Let’s keep humming that old …old… song,
for old time’s sake.
Ingrid Bergman gone, Humphry Bogart gone.
Dooley Wilson gone…..
But love – remains when everything else is gone.  
No, not an illusion this one.

As time goes by
You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss
When two lovers woo, they still say, I love you ….
Love you
on that you can rely *  

Come, let’s make love real and save this illusory world.

*The famous song from Casablanca, As Time goes by

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About Santosh

An educationist with a passion for writing , having published some novels for young adults, some essays and some poems. My poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi will soon be published .

4 thoughts on “The illusory Poppyseed Bagel

  1. amitapaul

    “ Fled is that music – Do I wake or sleep ? “
    On another note , it is sheer cruelty to place scrambled eggs and poppyseed bagels on a hungry woman’s plate and then suggest that it is just an Illusion. Santosh Bakaya , you plead guilty !

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