Mayajaal!

Is that real,
the bunch of sweet nothings
freely exchanged?

Like a quick magic trick
it appears and disappears
before I know;
but they know,
they believe,
why reality is such a wonder-bird -

it gives you wings
it touches unknown winds
it sings a popular song,
covers up stealthy bygones
its cooks up a lucrative dish
from ‘hunts & kills’ of small fish

its not for no reason that they call it indispensable,
somewhere, that ‘real’ is really in-credible!