That Kind Of Love


I gave myself to you,
Without knowing
Without asking
Love, it isn’t bartering,
After all.

-Kritika Vashist


I Should Have


My eyelids became heavy
trudging through the memories
holding the weight of the days
when my eyes could see
the subdued moon and stars
but neither your crescent smile
nor the twinkle of your eyes
I should have taken the bus
but there was no place to go
there was no one waiting to see.

Clouds burst from the heaviness
and in drowned all the words
I put on the back of the ticket
in a hope to tell you how much
my eyes yearn to see you
and yet they see you everywhere I go
I should have sent you the letter
but there was no address
there was no one waiting to read.

-Kritika Vashist