WHO IS HE?

Is he him only? He is an illusion. He is a dream. He is imaginary. He is a lie. Love buried itself alive while swimming to retrieve and bring ashore the one who got drowned in untruths. He.......is not him. He has lost him and journeyed a long way past. Searching repeatedly for him in him, Time is tired and bored. Like lightning rending through his darkness, will that him ever come! Seeds of poetry that fell on barren land await the last rains to come alongwith