The Scarlet Illusion-Love

Vilified tokens of love

Are scattered all around me in vain,

Gathered pieces of scarlet entities

Are retrieving to be rived once again.

They came to me with borrowed faith and vesselled hopes

Just to be faultily played by the trickeries of the scarlet illusions

A fatal lie, it would have remained for me

As I could clearly see it to be a delusion.

Oh, what's the charm of the scarlet illusions 

That dissuades one to pursue reality?

Or is it just me just me who fails to see it

Let alone believe in this meaningless fidelity?

And then you came to me

With words dipped in nectar and stories stemmed in myths

And the captivated me is still in disbelieve-

"Love hasn't got me...... Yet."

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Love. What is this love? Over the years, man has led down several definitions for this one word, yet nothing has been that very accurate. For love is an emotion beyond words. It's a feeling, sensation, someone's reality where as someone else's dream. Well, I too tried defining it, and over the time I redefined it over and over again through my poems. So why do I call it a scarlet illusion instead of just "love"? Well because it's my own version of love. To me it's always been an illusion, an undefined theory with no proof of its true existence yet a sensation no one can deny. In my poems you will find different forms of scarlet illusions. 

This poem is about how one never really understands the magic of the scarlet illusions until its tornado blows off our closed and confined walls. Before it strikes, one leads a pragmatic life relishing the joy of existence and contentment. Yet, it never feels complete. That's when the scarlet illusions hit you. Contentment and falling over the brim are two different state of being and the latter is what is being brought by the scarlet illusions. The scarlet illusions get us overwhelmed by our own set  of emotions and still make us crave for more. Contentment is a term that doesn't really exists anymore. The scarlet illusions act like a drug in our body and get to every cell, reclaiming them and more. Our souls are captivated and the yearn for these illusive entities never ends. Like hope, it springs eternal too within us.  Life as one knew it has changed, and the scarlet illusions are to be blamed!