Illusion #NaPoWriMo #Day15

Here's to the book of life,
A journey of a flower,
 Illusion : a line of horizon.
from where I see.

 Sunset hues sprinkle
all over the sky,
As the Sun sets,
 and the moon shines
 in all its glory
 lingering words of wisdom,
 and promises, kept and broken,
keep resonating
 till the night descends.

 Jars full of pickles,
 Earthen pots on fire,
Smell of the earth,
paper boats,
 and flying airplanes
 from one room to another,
flashes of memories thus.

 Lighting up the dark chambers,
 Hands full of pleasure and pain..
Friendships fostered
in lovers paradise..
The homecoming.
Is it the end
or the beginning? ~payal