Better To Come Soon

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Comfort-A sedative

nomatter how torn
nomatter how disoriented
but comfort
is all you need
to relax
to let go
to submit

its loving nature
a welcoming gesture
just hug
be at peace within

subside
the unwanted thoughts
when you submit
embrace the comfort

available in different forms
tangible and intangible
material and non material
accept it

let your mind relax
and your body be heavy
lean on the shoulder of comfort
act as its submissive

its simple
but important
surrender
and be baptized

©Kritika

One could stay tuned…

I have seen people
die in love
never knew
one could wait to
one could stay tuned
dance in the rain
passionately waiting
be it a silent cry
sobs with no voice
but love stays

so pure
its intrinsic value is
hard to ignore
its features
courage and patience
delay in deliverance
loving someone is
loving your ownself

beautiful and commendable
the once who wait
with patience
enjoying its true self
encouraged enough
to know themselves
singing songs like
chirping birds
playing guitars
with music beating
like heart

waiting
longing
its no waste
the uncertain nature
life carries
does has a meaning
a goal
love is no joke
in and out of it
gives life a meaning
a certainity
of your living
this wonderful life

Love it.
Life needs to be loved to find love.

©Kritika

THESE LINES ARE FOR A FRIEND. HOPE YOU FIND YOUR LOVE SOON. WAITING FOR YOUR WEDDING INVITE.

BE RARE

I started to follow the path of

Let go and rest
And lets see
what comes next

I don’t know
What the future holds
But I know for sure
It is my present

Which I can gracefully fold

This handkerchief has its twists and turns
Happily accepting this amazing churn
Carefully observing the twists
Silence is the key throughout this mischief

Turns might seem complicated
Why not feel fascinated?
Unfold and make your move
To yourself you have to prove

This whole affair
Accept the game of dare
Ignite your soul 
TO BE RARE

©Kritika  

Silence has its own voice

The quiet afternoon
between 3 to 5
world seems still
only the silence alive

Reaching to my ears
a beautiful voice
calm and serene in nature
fresh breath as its feature

Embracing this drowsy noon body
My breathing in the air completely 
waking me up for a chit chat
telling me to relax for a while as the day is still left

Freshening the soul to resume my duties 
having a cup of tea with some biscuits
spreading my arms I accept its presence
Silence has its own voice, my friends.

©Kritika