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.

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