WICKER

actions precede words,

darling dearest.

you can’t see

till they do it,

you can’t hear

till they say it.

so, here’s wishing you

a love where

you know

you are chosen.

not where you

raise your arm

or scream

for them to notice.

but because you are

the everyday

they want.

/kritika.

PRIMITIVE

Some shadows are
too hard to
run away from.
Sadly because
most of them are
our own.

/kritika.

SUBDUED

We all are
stunted
by the
fires
in us
that never
burn.

/kritika.

FIEND

There were
no longer guards
outside her
door, maybe
because
the real demons
mangled
her inside.

/kritika.

TORN

Why I love
winters?
Everything
is silent.
Why I hate
winters?
I can hear
everything.

~K. (कृतिका)

**Picture taken in Leh, India**