
Beneath the bulge of your eyes
lays the yearning for his face
and on it lingers the reflection
of the moon to whom you recount.
At the corner his oceanic eyes
stand the waves, thirsty for you
that soon would flood the shore
because your moon bestrews
the ocean with all your epistles
inducing the waves to rush
until he reaches you,
until you hear his screech.
-Kritika Vashist
Lovely composition.. Light hearted 🙂
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Thank you, Jai 🙂
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Welcome kritika 🙂
You had a Great blog
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A lovely poem of longing, Kritika. Your inner voice is always evolving getting stronger and retaining such clarity. I enjoyed this very much.
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Thank you so much, Dan. How are you doing? 🙂
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Always my pleasure to read your poetry, Kritika. I’m doing well, Thank you, and wish the same for you. 😀
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I love your writing so much ❤
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Thank you so much! ❤
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You had me when the waves got thirsty. This is extremely beautiful, Kri. You continue to do wonders when love and passion are dissolved in your poetry 🙂
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Thank you so much, Prateek. Your comment makes me smile ^_^
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Which in turn makes me glad 🙂
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I love your word choices. So refined
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Thank you so much 💗
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Beautifully expressed
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Thank you, Nisthur.
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😊
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