The Mirage
The loud, howling wind yells and screeches 
unsettling the lose sand.
That kicks and blows through breeches,
Rising up like fire on land;
Enveloping me, blinding me, hurting me.
Making me wonder "Where is the path that seems clear and easy.
Where are the days of happy envisaging ?"
But now the storm was up and blurrs my vision.

Suddenly I am halted!
Like a flash of thunderbolt, I large
Feeling elated, euphoric, exalted ….
I look, only to find a mirage.
Again the wind blows up at heals
Shattering my peace, intruding my ideals.
All over again I am thirsty
Looking, seeking, frantically searching divinity.

I want to travel the sands of time
Till I see no mirage
What is real is what I want to find_
Nothing illusory, nothing transcient or ephermeral 
But, "What is real" I dare to ask.
My foresight is dim and I am lost in a mask,
Left. Feeling hollow, feeling empty, feeling a void.
I want to leave behind my footprints in the desert of life.
But what if the wind erases my print ?

What will be left of my existence ?
What is final except death ?
Then what comes next ?