Waves Which Were Never Heard

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There were so many waves
that ended before they could
reach the shore of my mouth;
and some ebbed away,
that I could never find them again;
and while some quivering waves
survived all my quiet
inhibitions and doubts
and touched the shore,
the sun was too loud
and grains too deaf,
to hear even a word.

– Kritika Vashist

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Under My Feet

Echoes of the thunder silenced
the love ditty I sang for you.
Unabating force of the rainstorm
dented the soil of delicate love.
The lightning flash cracked
the only hope I had from you.

The limpid blood
of a wounded love
spilled under my feet.

The faith that had kept us together
slid down the skin along the raindrops.
The gravity of your wrath and doubts
pushed down the lightest drop of hope.
The love of acceptance that had kept its
head above water drowned in potholes.

The treasured dream
of being with you 

crushed under my feet. 

(The footwear in the picture is Kolhapuri Chappal. Kolhapuri chappals are Indian hand-crafted leather slippers. I bought this from Maharasthra, India.)

– Kritika Vashist