Part I
In a beautiful sunny day
You saw a man
Up in the hill
Hiking on a trail.
He is a lucky man,
You think
Enjoying the day
Hiking on the trail.
And your heart ached.
You could almost
Feel
Fresh air feeling your lungs,
See
Winding trail
In front of your eyes.
On that morning
I was trudging along the trail
My legs aching,
Thirsty and exhausted
Dying to reach home.
Part II
On a full moon night
You saw a man
In a home
Overlooking the ocean
With sprawling garden
On top of a hill.
Hi is a lucky man
You think,
Enjoying the vista
And Ocean
Murmuring into his ears.
And your heart ached.
May be some day
Such a house will be yours;
You will enjoy the moonlit night
Sipping a vintage wine.
I was lonely
With nobody in the house
It felt like a jail
I was wishing I were in a party
in that moonlit eerie evening
Part III
On another day in another country
You never saw such slums in your country
How can people live here – you think?
You feel pity for the poor people
Living such miserable life.
I was watching the TV
With my wife.
My three-year-old
Immersed in the joy
Of playing with a broken toy.
With nothing to complain about
With my family by my side
It was a wonderful life.
Part IV
The illusion
My life is the movie you see.
With the story in your head.
But I live
With joy and sorrow,
With pain and pleasure
And it happens in my head
Your eyes but
Weaves the illusion
