Life is a mystery

World is an illusion
God's dream and we are to act
Time is a deception
Why to run, delusion is intact

Birth is the end
to peace, to search it back again
Death is the begining
to harmony, do with all the pain

Cry is blissful
A momentary lapse to meet yourself
Dreams are the untouchables
Like an unread book kept forever on shelf

Love is a misery
once in makes your heart fragile
Hate is loved
for which people are readily agile

Life is a fiction
reality is hard to conceive
Life is a mystery
reason is tough to perceive