LUCKY YOU

I hear people say
‘LUCKY YOU’ with dismay
Explaining their why
With heavy heart they cry

Sufferings and Pain
Incurred by my poor soul
They do not see
My passion for the goal

When will the world understand
it’s never the luck projected at the first hand
Invisible stairs filled with thorns
Leading to the roses singing beautiful songs.

©Krîtika

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Yoga Need

A series of yoga poses
in a flow
giving the heart peaceful roses
with thorns attached with misty glow

So ruined at times the mind feels
Disgusted thoughts with no place to scream
This series of poses relaxes me
Inside Out the body is relieved

Now the skin glows with the inner shine
Thoughts flow in a proper line
One should try it out as it is the need
A yoga enthusiast writes this for you as an important feed.

©Kritika

I land texting you

I don’t want to
Somehow I land texting you
Feelings never were there
Then how is it I want you to be here

Irritated by my own behaviour
I know I am my own savior
Suffering inside by an unwanted pain
Repeating to self to fuck off and live again

Betrayed by my own feelings
Suffocated by the threshold of Forcefully created saplings

Leave all these meaningless feelings behind
There are better things to live by and more to find
Move away from this harmful ignorance
Stay like a queen and glide with patience

Better is waiting with a promise in hand
Courage is what it wants you to wear as a friendship band
These words should have a definite meaning in your mind
You can do it for sure without a promise confined

©Kritika

My Magical Cloud

magic beans
where can I find them?

to fill life
with adventures
fairy tales with demons
fighting like the tomb raider
killing dangerous species
acting as a savior

dinosaurs sound amazing
godzilla in my city roaming
riding on the Hercules’ Pegasus
watching the world from a long distance

where are these magic beans?
if not beans then a wand will suffice my needs.
to enter this fantasy world
so profound I dont want anything more and above

come to me my powerful wand
take me to get lost in my magical cloud

©Kritika

Distant from own

lost and composed in my bed
physically unwilling to stretch and shred
pondering to solve my own puzzle
finding the missing pieces to complete this mental hustle

normal for me will never be a choice
choosing paths by the help of inner voice
nurturing self assuming everything is good
life, is it the way it should?

preferences change with time
situation acts like the partner in crime
what next is in the planner to flow with the past in rhyme
battling with self to find out what will make me to shine and chime

©Kritika