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Every Night When I Am Bewitched By You

Every night when I sit to write
a word or two to tell you
about this loneliness I despise
I end up turning the pages
one by one of our memories
as I cry
as I cry
and when my eyes get tired
and I finally to go sleep
I hold you closer than
my own heartbeats
and I see you there with me
in my dream
in my dream
lying next to me
running hands through my hair
singing me a lullaby that
you’re always here
you’re always here

-Kritika Vashist

Away From Home

 

Sitting miles away from your home
while it rains outside
you trace down the raindrops
slipping slowly with the time
as you begin to trace back
the roads leading to your home…

The music of the rain rhythms
with the words in her voice
playing inside your head
The petrichor takes you back
to trees, the blue sky and makes
you miss the fragrance of your home
The breeze passing through you
softly strokes memories, once again
And then in your loneliness
you wish if the warmth of that hug
was there to embrace you…

A few days back was my blog’s 3rd anniversary. I wish WP had informed me in time, nonetheless here is the poem.
Happy blog anniversary to me! 🙂
Thank you all for sticking around, reading and encouraging me.

Love and Hugs!
Kritika Vashist

The Sky That Was

The sky that was blue yesterday
is now strewed with the color of blood
and the God above is stifling
in the smoke from the bombs
and ashes from the fire
burning outside his visible residence
burning inside untainted souls
sabotaged by those in oblivion
while the noise of the guns
echoing with the silent prayers
is deafening the God above the sky that was…

The validity and worth of every space
that a human and his shadow occupies
is in the asseveration of the verses
those reprobates would never perceive
and while all those humans in peril
search for another sky
the one that is fair and brighter,
the silence of the peace and
the tumult of violence
tell that the heaven is not far
but the hell is here, where
no one will again witness the sky that was…

Bewailing the loss when the eyes would
look at a piece of the starry sky
stars would turn into countless tiny graves
and we won’t be looking either
at the God or the past
but the future that moves no further
than the sky that was…

– Kritika Vashist

 

When Forever Was Too Long To Live

 

When the world talked about
being in love forever
you told me that forever,
forever is too long to say

The waves were gushing
and our steps leaving
imprints of the silence
on the sand that stretched
not far than the sea

And my heart couldn’t stop
pounding at the feeling of
your hands clutched into mine
our steps rhyming
making a memory
which was enough to live,
forever.

– Kritika Vashist