The White Illusion, or Reality

Barren white land 
serene, austere, plain 
with no start or end. 
No curves, no crevices, no mounds 
not snow, not grass 
only White.... 

And there, in the centre, 
centre of nowhere.. 
sits a humped lass 
with no company; 
not even the shadow. 
The empty whiteness of the land 
reflected in her face, 
making her so pale. 
The heart so empty; 
as empty as the land, 
as pale as the land, 
as white as the land. 
No blood, no red. 

Is she alive or is she dead, 
her eyes are open 
do they see? 
her bosom is heaving 
does she breathe? 

Maybe not.. 
maybe it is only an illusion, 
illusion of the white land. 
What is that curve? 
is it a smile? 
maybe not.. 
maybe it is only an illusion, 
illusion of the white land.. 
she knows not what a smile is 
Or has she forgotten? 

She hasnt moved.. 
its been long.. 
Just then 
came one sudden stroke 
she fell.. 
on the white expanse 
never to rise again.. 
The curve lost..eyes closed.. 
at peace..Finally. 

- Devika Mishra