Dooriyan

paas rehke ensaan ko samjhna mushkil ho gaya
isiliye door rehkar samjhne ki koshish karte hai
‘dooriyan jaruri hai’ bolte hai
par us doori ka kya jo adat ban jaye
us ensaan ka mahatva khatam ho jaye
ensaan hai, ek jagah teherane ki adat nahi hai
samay k saath nahi par badalte jaroor hai

by
Kritika
https://www.instagram.com/undressedthoughts

*An attempt to write in my mother tongue. Please do let me know the flaws. Would appreciate it.

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More such moments

Eyes met eyes behind rimmed glasses
Both the individuals had glowing faces
Softly the old hands interlaced her fingers
Approval reflected by her head on his shoulder
Watching the setting sun and the sea together
The purity in love seemed to exist forever
Two old souls connected not by legality
But a desperation an individual seeks
Smiling comfort was their posture language
Together they were having one clubbed sandwich
Sun waved ‘bye’ ready to join the night band
They stood up dusting each others butt smeared in beach sand
Started walking with hand in hand
Childishly they swayed the interlaced fingers
One of them was the writer and the other was a singer
Singing beautiful songs to her while walking
Her body grooving with pointed feet covered in stockings
Some salsa steps they performed on the beach
Like the childhood days they wanted to touch and reach
They passed through my eyes exiting the beach
Hope their privacy was not breached
My eyes agog to each of their moments
Thinking my old self to romantically be involved in more such moments

©Kritika

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Mind Your Language

“FUCK OFF, GET LOST”
Don’t want the mind to exhaust
Your tactful talks
are no more winter socks

Fire of feelings which
burned inside once
Tarnished by your blaming words
which were not even equal to an ounce

Gust of relief occupied
this tottering heart
Hope this language
torments your soul
like the Deadliest Fart 

©Kritika

Hope you liked this short cute poem by an innocent heart with a pinch of laugh.

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