Limit

it starts fading
like the dye
losing the reality
might be
it was worn too much
too used to be kept
like the original

a limit attached to everything
demands a change
even the pyjamas get holes
when overused

by
Kritika

*Please donate the clothes before they get holes.

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Stupid Curiosity- A Poetical Journey’s End (Re-Post)

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the conspiratorial ocean conjured
two souls meant to be one, lured
kissed under the beautiful lit sky
approaching an island, sighing Dry

feet submerged in wet sand with sun ablaze
hat and sunglasses on, confronting the beautiful phase
only in dreams, confessed to the sailor, I saw
happy I accepted this opportunity no second thought came to forgo

a densely populated forest lay ahead
to the fruit laden trees my intestines need to be fed
cruel sailor warned of the side effects
his concerned brows struck my heart with love defect

to him I asked when will I touch the suns rays
he said this is the end, now find your ways
moving forward getting deeper inside the dense forest
no space left where the rays would not have rest

further and farther my feet wandering faster
how can this be the end, analysing mind is the master
sailor behind provoking me to find the answer
unaware he is, my mind is a skilled dancer

under the sun I stand, not a single space uncovered
I already touched the first rays when the rising Sun was discovered
smiling at my stupid curiosity of shaking hands with suns rays
we both laughed loud as we meet the rays everyday

the sailor and I relaxed to see the dawn coloured sky
eating fruits and talking about life’s hues and cries
intertwining fingers showed love and care for each other
the return journey began with discussions about our future together

by
Kritika

Part 1Part 2
Parts of The Voyage

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Shaking hands with Sun Rays- A poetical journey (Re-Post)

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The handsome sailor of a simple boat
uplifted my excitement with the scope
of touching the setting sun
traveling through the beautiful ocean

his playful but honest eyes
a strong trust developed inside
don’t want to be too precise
this is the simultaneous romantic side

instructions about the essentials
filling of the form with all the credentials
to buy list producing my mind
sailors smile was loving and mischievously kind

4 am the time to report
my questioning mind found the sailors word support
willingness to glide with the ocean waves
passion of shaking hands with sun rays

excitement could not bring much sleep
chirping like the bird, announced my arrival to the sailor with greet
mesmerized he too was by my childish agreement
to the adventure we both cheered in merriment

by
Kritika

*This poetical story is in three parts.

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