Hope
Lift that chin which dropped in love
Past hard time was best but tough
Heart is not an object, humans are dove
A full of hope Sky is always above
Dream Stream
Hand me the now empty glass
Want to pour in new dreams
While drunk on the past ones
I realize I have been sailing on a stream
Now a Beast
that purity of your soul
shouts like a mistaken beast
which not one can comprehend
but take themselves as your feast
that purity of your soul
knows the mind games they played
pampering you enough to beast up
until the monster they created is displayed
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Kritika blogs at Undressed Thoughts. She has been writing since a year now and has one of her poems, ‘Red Nose’ published at Spillwords Press. Her blog consists of quotes, prose, short stories, artwork, photography and poetry.
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Kritika’s poems cover a broad range and are well worth reading!
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Definitely! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
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welcome Susi!
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Super happy for the beautiful words. Thank you so much kindly 🙂 🙂
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you are most welcome Sunshine .. power to you!
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Thank you so much kindly (Hugs)
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Kritika, is a fabulous writer – glad to see her here
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Agreed! 🙂
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Thank you so much kindly 🙂
Sorry for being so very late in replying.
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No worries at all
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🙂
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Thank you so much Susi.
xoxo
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You’re welcome. I’m happy to feature your work, Kritika! 🙂
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