Never

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Never
will I be alone
since I am permitted
to steal the beauty of the Moon
which illuminates brightly
blinding the eyes of the dark
standing besides me
holding my hand tightly
to stay.

by
Kritika

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Balance

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rhythm of balance flows inwards
when you try to ease the impatient mind
slowly crawling are the past disturbances
tagged to be the dark sides

‘there the light hides’

Sun is always behind, be it the night
and Moon is a grace which brings a wide smile
wavering mind knows the tangent of positivity
that line is the string of hope
cross the line to find the light
will ‘balance’ the ‘imbalances’, be assured

by
Kritika
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‘Please Tea’ said Me

Me: “Stay for some more minutes before parting away. My love for you is till the last drop…”
Tea: Oh, poetess. I enjoy being your muse but I cannot stay. As you are aware.
Me: “Why? Why do you leave me sooner than my thought?”
Tea: Because I am happening till the time I am hot. And you drink me sooner than one can expect.
Me: “You know I was thinking about dressing our togetherness in words.”
Tea: You are meant to make anything to be your muse. I know not how words even like you.
Me: “Hey, this is rude. Words like me this is why I enjoying undressing thoughts.”
Tea: Better ask words if they do. I do not think they even come to you at times.
Me: “Ah, yes. I experience writers block every week. Adding to it the pandemic…”
Tea: Not the pandemic again. It is an excuse. Go take a bath at least.
Me: “I am not leaving you.”
Tea: What is left of me for you to stay?
Me: “The last drop.”
Tea: The one to whom you are conversing is now sticking to the cup. First it was coffee, then me and your poetry.

My last conversation with Ginger Tea and I went to bath after this. Thinking of shifting to green tea for some months. She will surely like to be my muse, I assume.

by
Kritika

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