Many Illusions Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

From state to state I am carried
Different dimensions of reality
I open my eyes into a new illusion
Which appears to me as final reality
Crystal clear becomes my mind
I say to myself
And then discover again
Illusion of the illusions

From state to state I am carried
In haze and mist and dust
With blinded vision or the colors of my heart
The colors that I choose by choice
And again I end up with many questions
About the finality of truth

Endless is my journey
I sit in the lonely corner of my new discovery
Be it a rose garden or a house living
In exhaustion and my back against the wall
No destiny is final but the entrance
There on that house living of yours
My gaze fixed for some new state
To be carried forward
From state to state

In constant float on endless waves
Drifting into the vastness of the sea
The heavy breeze and the seagulls watching
From above with wide open wings

The sunset so near like a ball of fire
Slowly going down the deep sea to disappear
I color the vision in my own way
Many colors and colors enchanting
So is the beauty of nature at this moment

From state to state I am carried
With many colors and visions
And many illusions