One could stay tuned…

I have seen people
die in love
never knew
one could wait to
one could stay tuned
dance in the rain
passionately waiting
be it a silent cry
sobs with no voice
but love stays

so pure
its intrinsic value is
hard to ignore
its features
courage and patience
delay in deliverance
loving someone is
loving your ownself

beautiful and commendable
the once who wait
with patience
enjoying its true self
encouraged enough
to know themselves
singing songs like
chirping birds
playing guitars
with music beating
like heart

waiting
longing
its no waste
the uncertain nature
life carries
does has a meaning
a goal
love is no joke
in and out of it
gives life a meaning
a certainity
of your living
this wonderful life

Love it.
Life needs to be loved to find love.

©Kritika

THESE LINES ARE FOR A FRIEND. HOPE YOU FIND YOUR LOVE SOON. WAITING FOR YOUR WEDDING INVITE.

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Life and Stairs

my hand held tight
told to pick the right leg high
stamping the feet on the first stair
courageous smile on face appears

the left automatically off the ground
feeling of confidence and proud
unstable for few seconds i was
hand holding me managed me at last

its time to think about the next
will be better than the first assuring myself
optimism flowing inside this baby body
developing mental skills with a wish to be a boss cody

the life acts as the stairs
from the childhood to the old white hair
a push is always needed from the first
the next seems easy and hurdles become a thirst

©Kritika

Challenge Accepted

Challenge

Accepted

The game begins where you prove your worth not to others but yourself.

Yes, You.

You accepted it. You know your worth.

No turning back. As the world knows you have set your limitation at least with the acceptance of the challenge.

Might be, you are way too more than the current one.

Love it. Like it. Laugh at it.

Because you are worthy.

Not just this one baby but more to come.

©Kritika

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

Hope you like the thought. Comments please.