Mirage

I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.

I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”

Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.


Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #265.

14 Comments Add yours

  1. Deb says:

    The demon within is no Mirage. It needs to be kept in leash, and for that we have to recognise it. You are on the correct path, just hang on to it 🙂

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    1. Can’t agree more with Deb! Good reflections!

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      1. I liked his view too. Thanks for dropping by!

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    2. When rays rise again, I believe I’ll be happy to have recognized things at the right time. Thanks a lot for your encouraging words, sir. Have a great week ahead! 🙂

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  2. vaniheart says:

    Clever 👏👏👏👏
    Beautifully written👏👏

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    1. Thank you very much, Shivani! 🙂

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  3. akshita1776 says:

    Very cleverly designed lines!

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    1. I’m glad you think so. Thank you, Akshita. 🙂

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  4. HappySoul says:

    Witty one! Lovely take

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    1. Thanks a lot, Happy Soul! I’m glad you enjoyed the read. 😊

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  5. Wow! Loved your take on this Anisha!!

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  6. So few words…so intriguing! Great tale, Anisha! ❤

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    1. I’m happy to receive your feedback. Thank you, Mam! ❤

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