DubIouS

care not about the terrene affairs
will not get anything in return
only the burden of disguised pleasure
will rise, sulking the overloaded shoulders

wealth is nothing but only a cause of demise
of the mental state for the gypsy beings
you know you were not made to live in stress
when only a little money can fulfill all your dreams

by
Kritika
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*Picture Credit: https://www.nytimes.com/2019/10/08/well/mind/stress-can-make-you-sick-take-steps-to-reduce-it.html

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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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Move On (Re-Post)

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Why can’t we be plain, simple and easy?
Why can’t we just be who we are?
Why do we have to mould ourselves according to the world?
Why can’t just things go?
Why so many hurdles?
Why pain?
Why suffering?
Why longing?

Negatives. Positives.
Tears. Smiles.
Bad. Good.
Should we even care?
Be it anything. We move on.
We move on, in hopes of making the negatives, positives.
We fall. We cry. But we move on.

Move On. Don’t mess with your mind. It plays with you at times.

by
Kritika

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