Her ArmS

Her Arms

her arms became the warmth of the ocean
for his incessant tears needed a shore of hope

the anchor of his freedom was living a life of solitude
to which her arms became the strongest rope

by
Kritika

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Bon Voyage Mademoiselle- A Poetical Journey (2) (Re-Post)

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adventure began at full throttle
sailor was carrying some wine bottles
water sickness can be a set back
wine would bring the mind on track


the muscular body was distraction
rising sun should be given attention
rays forming a huge umbrella for the ocean
protecting the water animals with feelings and emotions

drinking the wine we both talked
about life on water where I had never walked
simultaneously nearing the sun
our chats became interesting and fun

the glow of the ocean confirmed by my eyes
sailor noticing me while watching the tides
satisfactorily he drank his remaining wine
the boat glides as the ocean waves rise and shine

by
Kritika

*This poetical story is in three parts. Part 1

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StiLl aLivE ?

Still Alive ?

under the spell of silence
stars I see glistening bright
hope, is it still alive?
mine is flickering like the tube light

butterflies of paper I crafted
easily they seem to fall
love that I poured in creating
the adhesive did not fit at all

the fairies I pasted on the chosen wall
ceased to brighten the nights
that time when I enjoyed drowning
with my diary and pen to write

hope, is it still alive?
mine seems to be loosing its comfort
with an unknown silence inside.

by
Kritika

*I weaved this piece a few months back but was dubious about publishing it. Last night I read a piece on hope written by Punam https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2020/08/24/sometimes/ which resonates with me. Not just me but many on this platform would associate themselves with it. Click on the link to read through her poem.

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