Now

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the power was in me
yet I thought a change I might see
time kept wringing in my head
solace formed its silhouette
deep inside the protective fairy skin
knowledge kept collecting in abundance
helping to form my own opinions

now,

none can harm the growing star
the light will blind the fake eyes
none can tear the silent heart
a smile will purse the mouths wide

by
Kritika

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StiLl aLivE ?

Still Alive ?

under the spell of silence
stars I see glistening bright
hope, is it still alive?
mine is flickering like the tube light

butterflies of paper I crafted
easily they seem to fall
love that I poured in creating
the adhesive did not fit at all

the fairies I pasted on the chosen wall
ceased to brighten the nights
that time when I enjoyed drowning
with my diary and pen to write

hope, is it still alive?
mine seems to be loosing its comfort
with an unknown silence inside.

by
Kritika

*I weaved this piece a few months back but was dubious about publishing it. Last night I read a piece on hope written by Punam https://paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com/2020/08/24/sometimes/ which resonates with me. Not just me but many on this platform would associate themselves with it. Click on the link to read through her poem.

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Tap Tap

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Tap Tap

tapping the moon to wake up
hear me as I wistfully speak
time runs like the light on space
help me to attain my dreams

secret formula the Stars possess
shimmer they attached to my wings
wake up Moon you are the one left
cradle me with a lullaby you sing

by
Kritika

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