Shaking hands with Sun Rays- A poetical journey (Re-Post)

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The handsome sailor of a simple boat
uplifted my excitement with the scope
of touching the setting sun
traveling through the beautiful ocean

his playful but honest eyes
a strong trust developed inside
don’t want to be too precise
this is the simultaneous romantic side

instructions about the essentials
filling of the form with all the credentials
to buy list producing my mind
sailors smile was loving and mischievously kind

4 am the time to report
my questioning mind found the sailors word support
willingness to glide with the ocean waves
passion of shaking hands with sun rays

excitement could not bring much sleep
chirping like the bird, announced my arrival to the sailor with greet
mesmerized he too was by my childish agreement
to the adventure we both cheered in merriment

by
Kritika

*This poetical story is in three parts.

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noT thE onE

Not The One

Stealing a stare by strolling outside, wandering in search of satisfaction of not just the physical desire but eyes of a handsome stranger who would enjoy crossing my path every day and yet he will not be the one I would fall for.

Wavelength might match as the longing for a touch has stretched for a great length of time and summers claim for the exposure of the skin but still he will not be the one I would fall for.

Ears crave to listen to a handsome mouth speaking volumes about my beauty of not just the art but the dauntless structure strictly accomplished for the one who would embrace it completely but still he would not be the one I would fall for.

Know not who will hold the soft hands, caress the small lips, know myself without the questions but eyes reciprocating the life lived. Known to me will be my not waiting to kiss or confess.

by
Kritika

*Published on Medium:
https://medium.com/@undressedthoughts/not-waiting-ea3e531e78ca?source=friends_link&sk=588180c3a24da4b1deb05a5c26ce561f

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Amount Due (Re-Post)

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Seeking purity in love like old days
No idea if it exists in anyways
Time has changed me and you
Every relationship is like amount due

Demands payment from both the sides
Wait till its done, the next is up in line
Transactions, do they ever end?
Me and you, we seem to only pretend.

This truth I have analysed and perceived
Experience from these transactions I have received
Cannot vouch about loves definition
Sometimes I guess it is the moments satisfaction

by
Kritika

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