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Bon Voyage Mademoiselle- A Poetical Journey (2) (Re-Post)

adventure began at full throttle
sailor was carrying some wine bottles
water sickness can be a set back
wine would bring the mind on track

the muscular body was distraction
rising sun should be given attention
rays forming a huge umbrella for the ocean
protecting the water animals with feelings and emotions

drinking the wine we both talked
about life on water where I had never walked
simultaneously nearing the sun
our chats became interesting and fun

the glow of the ocean confirmed by my eyes
sailor noticing me while watching the tides
satisfactorily he drank his remaining wine
the boat glides as the ocean waves rise and shine

by
Kritika

*This poetical story is in three parts. Part 1

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

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.

Love: Short Term

Now she knew what Love is. Three months ago, silent voices of frustration echoed in her mind. The search for a permanent solution from past many years was still on. Long walks under the moon light continued giving her courage. But till when she should depend upon patience?

A hope that things will be alright, she focused on herself. Her professional life was more of a burden but her hobbies made that easy. Strength training early in the morning, writing blog and evening walks. A schedule she maintained and followed along with the three activities which were her life.

Heartily she had been confiding all her feelings to the celestial body since the day she understood her parents were managing their relationship somehow. Considered Moon to be her only friend, she shared all her problems and together they would find the solution. Her girlfriends were equal to nothing when she found out that they were jealous of her and gave her advices which complicated her life. Why? She never asked and got herself free by cutting them off from her life.

The desperation overpowering her controlled emotions was igniting frustration. Desire of being physically attached bloomed when she saw a charming guy staring at her. There were 11 people in the café that day including the three waiters and the accountant. Sitting at the left corner table diagonal to hers, he signalled by his hand to ask for if he could join her. She innocently agreed with a nod and the conversation started. His blue eyes took away her heart but her mind poked to wait as she was aware of the current scenario and her observation power was good.

Two three meetings converted to satisfaction of physical needs, which she was desperately waiting for. He made her feel comfortable, a warmth she felt and his way of treating her made her to assume he loved her which she wanted but he was not the right guy. Two months of togetherness came to an end when he rejected to meet her every time she asked him. She then dropped the idea of meeting him ever and straightened her spine to focus on priorities.

Coffee in hand, after a month at the same café, she thought about her seriousness towards the guy and the web of love one romantically weaves. Her long walk after coffee, she discussed the same with the Moon and concluded that one can find Love for short periods as well. Lying in bed she wondered how many hearts he must have won.

©Kritika

This is Novembers FURIOUS FICTION story which I wrote. Not the best of what I wanted to write. Its just I don’t know what. I did not like the story this time. I guess its part of the process of learning.