Illusion

We claim everything in this world
Happens with a purpose
What is that purpose
We don't know till it happens
For good or bad
 
When there is success
Claims come from all
But when there is failure
There are no takers
 
We love some who are
Not ours to love
We hate some who are
Not ours to hate
Yet we keep doing it
With no or least qualms
 
Life is a magical web
Sometimes colorful
Sometimes dreary
Yet we continue to live
Only with a few 
Close and attached to us
 
But. we forget to
Understand even that
Too is nothing but
An Illusion!