A Hallucination: Real or Unreal World

Amidst

the chaos of traffic,

bedlam of the market,

noise of birds chirping on trees,

indefinite moments of people,

and eternally moving time

suddenly,

everything seems stopped, inadvertently, as if,

the world has been caught in the rut for the moment,

and the soul of 'the change' has been eviscerated,

a dead silence is engulfing everything;

what happened, i wonder,

wind is blowing but with no vivacity,

sun rays are unusually pallid,

and looking desperate to regain their strength,

but few flowers are blossoming,

holding some sanguinity,

but for how long, unsure and uncertain,

amidst when whole the world suffers from malaise of pessimism;

The natural habiliments of birds, their colorful feathers,

that used to evocate me, are looking dull and vapid now,

full moon, like in last night, failed to transfix me,

even the morning sun was coverd by the clouds,

unseasonal rain-showers too looks dissatisfied with its fortune;

Are all these happenings, that i'm observing today,

Real?

Or mere illusion of,

my prejudiced mind affected from my internal turmoil;

Or what I'd been observing with appreciation,

until today,

was illusion?

Otherwise how the same quotidian things can appear

in two antithetical facades?

Or can they?

First time I came across with this duality,

and i'm just hallucinated;

But, among all capricious uncertainty,

one thing is looking certain,

that a perturbed mind cannot see real,

Outer world seems to be the manifestation of our inner world,

beautiful with inner beauty,

ugly with inner ugliness,

chaotic with inner chaos,

all the Adjectives for outer world,

are first Nouns for our inner-self.