Is it a snow capped mountain peak in the distance
Or a heaven touched cloud burst into silver white confetti
Or a heaven touched cloud burst into silver white confetti
For when I asked the magician
If the enigmatic appeal was just an optical illusion
If the enigmatic appeal was just an optical illusion
I was proved otherwise because what was tangible
Like the grains of sand flying into my eyes
And making me wince
Was real and not a semblance
For when I immersed my feet into a stream of freezing water
The sharp tingling and numbness I felt was not an imitation
The sharp tingling and numbness I felt was not an imitation
For when I licked the ice off the Himalayas
The deliciousness of the fresh condensation
Was not a sham
Was not a sham
For when I saw the beauty the rough and fierce
Ragged edges of the rocky hills radiated with
Ragged edges of the rocky hills radiated with
Strangely similar to an abstract form of ancient architecture
It was the wholesome landscape
With clouds and hills
And flora and fauna
Adding like ornamental features
Overwhelmed me turning perspiration
Into teardrops
And that is when I believed that the magician
Is a real one
Is a real one
And that it was all not pretence.