Gap Filling Game

Activated a bomb
Not easy to diffuse
Filled a sensitive gap
Hardly could refuse

Years passed
Not one dared to last
Attracted by you
Well that was fast

I used to consider:
“This Heart is a cave
Covered by icicles spear shaped.
But it is an ice-cream
Melts when it meets the dream”

It is long
Since you too have been gone
Tears do exist
But they don’t persist

The active bomb
Is kept on hold
Another diffuser will try
New tears will more quickly dry

This gap filling
is just a game
Until you find
the one who remains

©Kritika

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Fever 102°

Consumed by 102° fever
Weakness demands freedom
Confined to the bed
Winnie the pooh embodied

Cruel game of weather
Acting as the body shredder
Let go of me you devil
Watch me become evil

Cold and cough are time bound
As the weather changes they are around
Three days rest and they bid farewell
But fever makes you feel ‘definitely in hell’

Feeling like a sloth
I need a good run with long walk
Writing and blog are in jeopardy
Happily writing this sad parody

©Kritika

Hope you enjoyed this not so well poem. I have not been well since last two weeks. Sorry for not been around much. Trying to go through the works of my fellow writers lately. Definitely will come out of this hell soon.

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Race Life: Quote

Race Life

Why are Life’s challenges hard to crack?
We used to play racing games on PC, now mobile phones, with one objective in mind: To Win. Hurdles didn’t matter, twisted roads filled with other vehicles didn’t matter. What mattered was how well are we performing.

What matters is how well are we performing?
What is our objective?

©Kritika

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