of Kritika Maheshwari
rhythm of balance flows inwards
when you try to ease the impatient mind
slowly crawling are the past disturbances
tagged to be the dark sides
‘there the light hides’
Sun is always behind, be it the night
and Moon is a grace which brings a wide smile
wavering mind knows the tangent of positivity
that line is the string of hope
cross the line to find the light
will ‘balance’ the ‘imbalances’, be assured
by
Kritika
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Repelled
metamorphosed
into augean nights
you alligated skulduggery
repelled my light
Kritika
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a thought of switching
On the light
at 4 am in the night
to sit upright
pick the diary and pencil
to write
arrived
but
within a minute
the same thought died
to winters, I told
I am in no mood to fight
so let me sleep tight
at 4:01 am in the night
I hugged my pillow
pulled the blanket
and said good night
@ Kritika
Winters are sweet. There innocence lets our bodies experience the warmth of the blankets for some more hours unless the bladder is full.
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