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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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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