Empty Inside Out

I am feeling a lot weird
either I dont know me
obviously I dont know the world
its so empty inside and out
no one I blame
but I never understood the crowd

moving out just to meet the mass
all I like is the green grass
walking barefoot on empty side walk
I feel to watch more and no talk
a question of my weirdness
is positively raised
to me cafes and restaurants are no praise
for they let you sit till they earn
suffocated I wish time to run

Am I wrong to want to look for that one art work?
similar in fashion to my dream world?
because I am a complacent being
self praising and for self living
dejected I might make you feel
but is it you or is it me?

©Kritika

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Rusty Sports Car

Under the plastic shade
Depressed old age speaks
The once shiny skin is now dull
Young memories appear once asleep

Masculine seducing body
Hardly left untouched by any woman
Sporty genre was honour
Photographs with awards in journals

Talks about the ferocious speed
Everywhere my victory applauded
Brands waiting for meetings
Passion for work rewarded

Now the gear box is rusty
Inside and outside is dusty
Four legs have lost their speed
Story of those golden days is a dream

“Sports car is expressing his grief to his hatch back car friend Reed”

©Kritika

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I thought I would find someone

I thought I would find someone to love me
Someone to adore and accept my mistakes
Someone who does never judges me
Someone who holds me tight to erase the bad thoughts I have in mind

Someone who rides besides me teaching what is the proper way
Someone who corrects my bad side
Someone who encourages me to perform my best
Someone who is trustworthy and honest

Someone who treats everyone with respect
Someone who helps me unveil my true self
Someone who opens a door when I find it to be closed
Someone who hugs me when I feel mundane

I don’t know if I ask for too much
These are not the only things I want in him as such
Deep down a little hope of finding him persists
Not sure even if such a person exists

I would give all what I got
To find the love which I have totally forgot
In daunt I have the want
To be besides this someone I hope I will find and mount.

There is no such person in existence
My mind is creating a deception
I need to rise alone
For my people and my own

I might feel bad today
But the new Sun will help me find a way
Accepting myself to be a warrior
Neglecting all thoughts which make me a worrier

©Kritika

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