Find Me Here

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(Part I of II)

You told me I was like a dense green forest,
even though there were some deciduous trees.
You said that the smell of the soil lifted your soul,
that you felt relaxed embracing the zestful air while
I let you leave your deep imprints on the soft soil.
But as the season changed from sunshine to rain,
the roughness of your love defoliated my leaves.
You started counting the trees that were still green,
finding none; you left the forest, in search of another.

-Kritika Vashist

His Color

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His color wasn’t something I had seen before,
it was unique and enrapturing in a way that,
I have always wanted to blend his into mine,
to unify into something pure and nameless.

(I am sorry for not being active and reading your blogs. I have really missed being here, but I guess, I am catching up slowly and slowly. Thank you for reading and staying even when I was gone. I hope I was missed a bit.) 

Kritika Vashist