Illusion, Illusion,
Not a single moment seems true, not a single second would be foreseen.

Hands of all angels protecting you once in seventh heaven and once all your support is vanished and you are floating between here and nowhere, fear overcomes to any feeling and numbness of thought attacks ,but deep inside you know it is illusion ,tomorrow or the next second may not be the same .

All hopes are built by you, may it be demolished but still you have the hands to build it up again, unless your heart is killed by unfair thoughts or unkind collapses of storms.But still you may put your mirror in front of other rays and make other images, make other illusion, Is there any limit to number of illusions or any limit to the power of light?

We came from light and was born from light but in pain, may it be all the pains a way to the source.