Now

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the power was in me
yet I thought a change I might see
time kept wringing in my head
solace formed its silhouette
deep inside the protective fairy skin
knowledge kept collecting in abundance
helping to form my own opinions

now,

none can harm the growing star
the light will blind the fake eyes
none can tear the silent heart
a smile will purse the mouths wide

by
Kritika

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Human to Human

it is the human itself
shadowing, causing darkness
inside the brains of creativity
pinching, scathing the innocent hearts
to turn the red (color of love) to dark

wonder why my skin color is still pink
care not when once it becomes cold
only hurt you caused to this poor soul
thence,

will turn around for sure

by
Kritika

*Each one of us humans has a heart. The souls born out of you have a soul of their own. Respect the ones who are born out of you. Embrace them to know that they are not alone.

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‘Please Tea’ said Me

Me: “Stay for some more minutes before parting away. My love for you is till the last drop…”
Tea: Oh, poetess. I enjoy being your muse but I cannot stay. As you are aware.
Me: “Why? Why do you leave me sooner than my thought?”
Tea: Because I am happening till the time I am hot. And you drink me sooner than one can expect.
Me: “You know I was thinking about dressing our togetherness in words.”
Tea: You are meant to make anything to be your muse. I know not how words even like you.
Me: “Hey, this is rude. Words like me this is why I enjoying undressing thoughts.”
Tea: Better ask words if they do. I do not think they even come to you at times.
Me: “Ah, yes. I experience writers block every week. Adding to it the pandemic…”
Tea: Not the pandemic again. It is an excuse. Go take a bath at least.
Me: “I am not leaving you.”
Tea: What is left of me for you to stay?
Me: “The last drop.”
Tea: The one to whom you are conversing is now sticking to the cup. First it was coffee, then me and your poetry.

My last conversation with Ginger Tea and I went to bath after this. Thinking of shifting to green tea for some months. She will surely like to be my muse, I assume.

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Kritika

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