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RUSTLE

a still night beholds in its arms
an eerie cold breeze.
it skulks across the room
hoping to find home.
in the warmth of your lips,
it finds its flame
and thus, it rests, it rests beside the bewitching luminosity.
this forbidden touch
reminds it of how
mere proximity quenched its eternal thirst of belonging.
how some bonds blossom
devoid of intersection.
how some nights dictate
that the general precept be dissociated coexistence.

/kritika.

FARRAGO

How I wish
all those beautiful
lies you once
told me
held true today.

/kritika.

DISMAY

beneath half moon skies and a nip in the air, i shudder.
your memory has found its way into my dreams.
i tremble as i feel your scent and collapse when your arms envelope me.
it’s a forgotten familiarity that lurks in absoluteness.
as agony kicks in, i clutch it with all my might. it’s my shield, my armour.
soon enough, the shield enfeebles, soaked in grief.
i gather all the fragments, gulp them in and with quivering breaths dwell into sleep.
and such is my journey through every lucid dream.

/kritika.

PLUMA

“Fall gracefully”, they say.
But never do they tell
how long will you keep falling.

/kritika.

LONG DUE

it’s probably a bad day to be writing for i’m more lost than ever. but maybe, that is what is making me.
the morning is up and i never slept. i can see light peering through the blinds and i lay here wondering the very reason of my unhappiness.
maybe it’s just the want to do so much but the fear of being an underachiever. or just the regret of not beginning so as not to be one.
my success dreams in broad daylight and i burn the midnight oil drenched in self doubt. i feel the sparkle within fading but also the spark never giving up.
it could be my gratitude for everything that keeps this motor running and maybe, just maybe, i’ll doze off for just a little bit as the light shines on me in all its glory.

-kritika

PRANCE

I hope you find solace
in the silent creeks
of your being than
in the wildfire
of their pride.

/kritika.

AN ODE TO THOSE NIGHTS

tears fill up the crow’s feet, bends of the nose, all possible crevices on her face and finally drip down the edge of her chin dimple.

marked by a red nose and flushed cheeks as if someone rubbed some beat beets on them.

a thin strand of saliva symbolic of the puppy yelps broadening and narrowing with the width of her mouth.

the abrupt breaths break and try to take control of themselves simultaneously.

the sweat makes all her pores invisible and she beams like molten wax.

with strength mustered, looking at her reflection, she wonders if the world deserves an artwork so intense.

/kritika.

TRICKLE DOWN

The brighter I shine,
the more invisible
I become to
my self.

/kritika

PICKLE

what i thought were branches, were illusions of my own reflected happiness.
what i thought were leaves, were delusional buds of hope.
and what i mistook for lightness was the absence of roots.
we were floating in thin air and so when the wind blew, it took it all away. what’s left is us, just us, lost in a world that once was.

/kritika.

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