another shell breaks?

illusion, this sailed me day after day
i loved the steady breeze of dreams
brushing against my face.
until i had to dismount-
and saw life.

i dont like this.
i want to delete this.
but still....

one by one i see the petals wither away,
as the lotus, which yearns for the sun,
is killed by what it seeks!

yet the lotus blooms... not for itself, but for others..

this remains a pregnant story... an unfinished prayer...