I found you. In the midst of fabricated bliss And discordant melodies, I discovered you, my dream. Yet, the smoke evanesced And I was left with the ruins Of a beauteous yearning That turned out to be a mirage; For, naught can stay constant And people can be whimsical-- Even as they inveigle to remain. I lost you. "Transience" (c) Pinterest Photo. #transience #diwa #yqbaba