A ray of light

A ray of light refracts itself
On my half filled glass of water.
And draws a design on my
Wooden dinner table.

I rotate it at an angle
To see it form and reform
With a geometric precision
That no law of science can challenge
And a beauty
That no painter can ignore.

The answer to this enigma, some say,
Is emboldened in the bulky books of science.
And others say it is
Surreptitiously hiding in the Mysteries that make nature.

Frolicking in the Bubbles of Illusion

Unaware of the charms that she holds,
I see her strolling with sandals in her hand.

She stops and inscribes her name on the sand.
Stooping at it, she marveled at the sight.
But then, the waves gathered momentum,
They intruded on her name and slowly washed it away.

In disbelief she stared at it
Till her mother distracted her with another game.
Nevertheless, she can blow up another illusion
And learn to live in it till it bursts again.