grieve those times
of divine pain
to cherish
these times of
terrible joy.
/kritika.
a distant fragrance
reignites the losing battle
i fought everyday.
marred and dejected,
i let arrant misery win
over and again.
now i summon
the self and its worth,
steadily switching gears.
the body remembers
the shattering angst that
enveloped it.
gently, the “love” claws
its way out and
calm takes charge.
bidding farewell
to a ruined self that
allowed destruction.
while embracing
with arms open wide
blessed, virginal joy.
/kritika.
Anew I rise,
like a wave everyday.
Finding flight with moon
and
ground with the earth.
/kritika.
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.
like a death wish- i went head first
a bedlam of shallow promises and bellyaching fears
the butchering of dreams echoed in sharing thoughts
so here’s pushing you and pulling it together
i now welcome karma with mighty open arms
it’s time to mint the kindness of giving
/kritika.
The beauty or wound of an unknown future outweighs the perpetual disdain of carrying a dying love. Walk away.
/kritika.
how does this feeling that
i don’t even recognise entirely yet
ache, ache so profoundly.
it makes me want to clutch
my chest so that it doesn’t burst
open from the absence of you.
i wonder if it’s the unknown,
the flood of possibilities or
the dubiety of taking the plunge.
listening to my heart has always
been my pitfall and the confusion
that follows, my métier.
thus novel love has me perpetually
foraging smidgens of feeble hope
amidst thick globs of despair.
so this time, i bide my time
and my heart- i let you be and
witness how you lay love bare.
/kritika.
I never realised how beautiful could doubt be- the opportunity to choose what truly makes your heart flutter with joy!
/kritika.
there’s turmoil in the household
of her dreams. comfort precedes
passion and joy precedes spark.
she’s weaving new capes, piecing
together learning and love. each
unique and kinder than the last.
fears have faded and the moonlight
feels warm with self. there is caution
in empathy and pleasure in leaps.
the subtext of these newfound
feelings is a calling. to unveil desire
and impulse of the green within.
/kritika.
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