The Gala Deception
 
All these years
One eclipsed another
While blindly believed
I was gazing upon my love
Alas! Unbeknownst to my Self
I was gazing upon the Beloved
 
All these years
One conquered another
While obstinately believed
I was talking to my love
Alas! Unbeknownst to my Self
I was talking to the Beloved
 
All these years
One drowned another
While sullenly believed
I was longing for my love
Alas! Unbeknownst to my Self
I was longing for the Beloved
 
All these years
One failed another
While treacherously believed
I was betraying my love
Alas! Unbeknownst to my Self
I was betraying the Beloved
 
 

 
When Beloved talked to me, I attributed that to others. When I beheld the Beloved’s gaze I attributed that to people’s faces. When the Beloved splurged sprinkling the path cleansed with the pearls of mine tears, I called upon people crying.
 
Ignorance is the paramount achievement of our inventive minds that brilliantly conceives paragon lovers other than Beloved.
 
When underneath the beauteous shafts of Beloved’s light my heart shattered I screamed, “She broke my heart”.
 
When I wallowed in sordid slime of treachery betraying her, beheld upon the reflections of her flowing tears the splendor of Beloved’s Face whereupon the universe held in abeyance.


© 2004-2002,  Dara Shayda