When you sip a taste
of their faraway thoughts,
you have a longing for more.
Like an unwrapped gift.
Like something shipped.
Like a faraway person
in a distant terrace,
visible but unheard.
But if they are as close to your window as trees
and their frequent
phone calls,
random fights,
casual fucks,
and crying babies
add up to
your routine of life,
it becomes noise.
Just as those sometimes Hey! snatch away the smile when it becomes a usual Hi.
Some what like living the fourth night of the tour
of 5 days 4 nights.
Because how beautiful is Jupiter only the asteroid belt knows.
But you make constellations in your head by joining the dots.
Until one dark night, when you observed some dots that do not fit in your constellation.
And you sighed
“stars are pretty to watch

but up close

they are fireballs.”

12 thoughts on “Mirage

  1. Hi, greetings from New York. I am not sure who you are, but you followed my Instagram page and I followed back…loving your pictures of the mountains. They are inspiring. I just found this link and read the above…very beautiful and thought provoking. You have a very impressive way with words. My compliments!

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