Mirages

Fool I was to misunderstand the mirages while madly searching for the lost pieces in this heated desert. In such harsh conditions, mind generally play games. Is this all in vain? Should I keep cursing what was brought by the time and eventually move on. Or should I stay, trying to collect and fixing the lost pieces with the blessed feeling I am left with. I have been breathing this feeling for long now and it has achieved its own peak and nadir at times. But it made me believe in miracles, flying high on thoughts and imagining a divine presence around. Hence, the faith on this feeling was unquestionable.

But today seemed to be the day when sun only comes out to humiliate you. Everything in this heat was burnt, feelings, relations and the long cherished trail of past, and all that was burnt into ashes never rose. Why would it be? It was no phoenix. I just wish it would, as beautiful and as eternal as one.