The imagination

Let it be a wish, 
Provoking yet a delight itch.
The bliss and the amuse, 
All together with the anguish and ambush.
Misleading yet contradicting.
The sadness it arouse after the awakening of the mind...
How ironic to dream of life in paradise,
Life non-existed 
The life that shines brighter than a midday Sun.
Where love is like the air we breathe.
Where prosperity and fortunes overflows like adversity do on earth...
It is all wishes.
It makes a heart skip a beat out of excitement...
mere lousy feeling of deceit.
Useless and meaningless.
Let it be the contrary of this misery.
Just let it be...
An imaginary paradise