individual – Undressed Thoughts

Angry Me (Re-Post)

If I was angry, your kiss would have solved the purpose.

If I was angry, your hug would have calmed me.

If I was angry, you could have shared a chocolate.

If I was angry, you could have hold my hand.

If I was angry, you could have made me to smile with your jokes.

You have nothing for me.

This is me alone thinking, what changed you.

Now I am tired.

Peace, please.

by
Kritika

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Actual You (Re-Post)

The nights are heavy, I know.

A sudden attack of loneliness.

A need to intertwine with another physical being.

Longing…

The mornings are light.

Burden of loneliness vanishes.

You are your true self.

Bright as the sun, fresh as the flowers.

This is the actual ‘You’.

Fuck off* the heavy nights.

And focus on sleeping tight. (Edited)

by
Kritika

^{*I used to be direct in my writing a year and a half ago.}

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Move On (Re-Post)

Why can’t we be plain, simple and easy?
Why can’t we just be who we are?
Why do we have to mould ourselves according to the world?
Why can’t just things go?
Why so many hurdles?
Why pain?
Why suffering?
Why longing?

Negatives. Positives.
Tears. Smiles.
Bad. Good.
Should we even care?
Be it anything. We move on.
We move on, in hopes of making the negatives, positives.
We fall. We cry. But we move on.
Move On. Don’t mess with your mind. It plays with you at times.

by
Kritika