The Illusion

By Sarita Shubhadarshini

Why is it that I live a love story so untrue?

Why is it that While knowing you don't know me, I perpetuate loving u,

I ascertain your love for me falsely,

I build this fake paradise, presenting you as the king!

Reliving this falsity of you loving me so deeply, I call you my lover.

Barely, you look at me, yet I claim that I dwell in your heart.

While the reverse is true, you aren't aware of being the muse of all my poems.

While you don't think of me, my thoughts are only you.

Deliberately, creating this illusion of Fake Paradise,

I find solace posing you as my love!

The Jealousy Or Zealous-y?

Fourth seat in the bus,

You stare at her beautiful eyes for as long as you can.

Your relishing smile with constant eyes at her,

How handsome you look sitting next to her with that obsessing glance !

While she, a pure beauty, peeps through the window , looking opposite to the outside world.

How do you not miss a single chance,

To walk with her to the morning class and

I see your unconditional love for her.

And this is how I smile while I break my heart!

Should I not envy when your eyes search for her in the middle of the class ?

I pass you both unnoticed like a Pebble floating on a stony path.

Like a dusky shadow of the evening light,

I fade away completely as the night approaches.

One day,

I hope to withdraw all my emotions invested in the Fake Paradise.

So that while fading away in the darkest night, I emerge as the brightest star of the space.

By Sarita Shubhadarshini