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.

Naive

Drabble 2

They discussed movies and books and drank a lot of coffee. She loved him, dreamed about him. He once said he loved her. She wasn’t sure of it now. They never held hands, never sat for hours looking into each other’s eyes. ‘Isn’t that a part of being in love?’ She wondered. She had a million questions- for him, for herself and others about Love. She always tried to make sense of his each move and once asked him, ‘Do you really love me?’ He just smiled. ‘Now, What does a smile mean in love?’ She was back to uncertainty.

for you...

Things have not changed
Everything seems the same.
Your memories bring pleasure
So does the pain

I write these lines for you
Just writing as they flow..
Sleeping under this dark sky
Thinking about the days which passed by

I have loved you..
Or may be i have not!
I don't know what love is
I was never taught.

I write these lines for you
Just writing as they flow.
As i write these lines, my heart bleeds..
The heart which was meant for love and love alone

-Amrita