Scribble Giggle

when the baby
scribbles and smiles
reflecting creativity
from his eyes
shining bright
like a twinkling star
the baby moves
with innocent laughs

gripping crayons
with small hands
sensible colour choice
making cute noice
putting all his strength
tearing paper apart
killing with cuteness
grabs every heart

attention it seeks
feels itself a geek
with its innovative hands
it crawls to explore the lands
playing in sand
beating drums like in a band
building blocks
sucking its foot covered in socks

the sight so loving
peacefully watching
picking the baby in arms
kissing cheeks the only harm(for it)
inevitable balmy hug
leaving the shit of the world with a shrug
heart and mind become wise
magnetically affected feeling divine

©Kritika

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Hope you like to tease babies which such naughtiness. I enjoy the same a lot. 😀

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Now is difficult

Easy was when
I was little
No hurries
No worries

The world was light
Books and delights
Outdoor games
Animated movies
Felt just Right

Breaking utensils
Fighting with siblings
Colourful scribbling
Chocolate favourite filling

Inquisitiveness attached
Music for dance
Creativity the only genre
Eating earth was honor

No colour difference
No religious inference
No judgemental views
No assumptive clues

Honestly honest
Surroundings are no best
Now is difficult
Understanding communities and cults

©Kritika

Hope you enjoyed the candies and lullabies. 🙂

 

 


Taste each type of honey

There is so much to explore
Everyday I hope to not have been broke

The world has unexplored treasures
Body craves to feel those pleasures

The colourful life of gipsies and wanderers
Wish to become one of such travellers

Lustful eyes deliberately surf the internet
Watching earth videos and photographs
which they never forget

Selfishly busy creating a business for money
To taste every water and each type of honey.

©Kritika 

Pinterest helped ☺

How is it? Love travelling. Desperately waiting for the next trip. Your comments are always welcome. 🙂

The Grey Clouds

My walks lead me to beautiful clouds. Here is one from yesterday.

©Kritika