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TRICKLE DOWN

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

/kritika

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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.

SHOWER

You curated
your kisses so
perfectly
that each scar
your lips
touched,
grew
flowers.

/kritika.

REMNANT

Every broken
pencil
is a reminder
of emotions that
refused to
limit
themselves
on a piece of
paper.

/kritika.

GREENER

How about you
water
your own
garden before
falling in love
with theirs.

/kritika.

पुकार

हर रात की एक सुबह हुई,
हर शाम की एक रात।
शाम से पूछा कैसी हो, तो बोली,
“बस गुज़र गई वो रात”।

/kritika.

GUIDE

Let us allow
others to breathe
in their own
skin. We are all
growing and
shedding.

/kritika.

TOUCH

We never lack
time or
energy, only
imagination.

/kritika.

SILENCIO

La manera en que
te miran,
lo dice
todo.

/kritika.

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