Fireflies

Fireflies at night
mistaken to be stars creating an illusion,
like the horizon which is real
yet not.

Those were the stars which could be reached,
and held in hand.
but weren’t, as they were perceived
as delusive

Like my love which is around
but perceived to be an illusion.
Like me who am real
yet not.

55er

With a heavy heart he sat on the chair and said, “Yet another beginning!”
He was unsure of his endurance this time. The ‘beginning’ was extremely monotonous to hold on to. More tempting, he sensed, were the consequences of not being part of that ‘beginning’.
He finally gave in, caught forty winks during the lecture.

One kiss please!

My latest passion...food!

I admit that I wasn’t much of a foodie a few months ago. It’s quite a recent change...hmm very recent I must say. So yeah, that’s one of the reasons I am subject to more of food joints and other places these days.
I had been to a chat centre or corner or whatever it’s called- this place. It wasn’t my first visit to that place but for the first time it was my turn to get (read as fight for) the coupons and (once again fight for) the food to be carefully delivered to me.

55er

He is old, sings on the streets. He entertains the kids who later are sternly dragged away by their parents.
I still see him on the same street after all these years, minus his excitement that has gone astray.
The only thing that is left with him is the bowl, which has been his forever.

55er

It was drizzling. The window pane gathered tiny droplets of water. She sat inside watching the rain, pointed out her finger at a droplet on the pane and followed till it accumulated more droplets on its way and crawled down. Did it yet again.

If only her frozen emotions could flow out like the droplets.