Illusion

 The star I once wished upon, 

To be your favourite song 

Turned out dead;

Burnt away aeons ago, 

Yet ignited in illusion, 

Light years apart, 

Just like our Love.

© Suranya

Art

 For all the times I ever bled,

'Coz it wasn't in red.

They never noticed 

The droplets blotted 

On ink and paper, 

And became Art 

They couldn't decipher.

© Suranya