Don’t draw the window curtains back
the sun outside hasn’t left the sky yet
Don’t use the letter to blow a wind around
the words haven’t worn out by you yet.
The bed sheet is free from the anxious creases
the pillow cover has covered it all in greases
It’s not the floor it’s your feet that are flaming
the roof is never asked, the walls say they are burning.
How long will you hold the umbrella?
the febrile wind knows it ways to reach
It’s an evening in the summer of nihilism
don’t open the door of your balcony
moon is yet to kiss the sky without skepticism .
Between the curtains draped
around the jammed window
and the air that fills the empty room, I’ve seen a light travelling
through and within.
I often call it
the love you left
when the windows were open
and the room had your shadow.
It’s been so long since I’ve written any six word story. It’s actually a great writing exercise, and hence, I’m continuing it. Anyone who wants to write, tag along. Let’s train our brains.
If this is the last time
that I hold you close
while you drape your love
around my skin
then let it not stay
within the lines
let it crawl
let it run wild
let it permeate beyond the lines
If this is the last time
to taste the love
from the tip of your fingers
then let them rove
in and around
within and beyond
even if it means
falling from the edge,
for my heart is already
engulfed in the ocean
where your sight swims
If this is the last time
that our bodies unite
then let us merge into eternity
– Kritika Vashist
Ps. Dusting down my drawing sheets, pens and pencils. Always hoping to create something new.
Your love feels like the soft sunshine falling
On the face when the skin freezes in cold.
Your love feels like boisterous ocean waves
Taking me away every night with your memories.
Loving you is a an un-fathomed dream where;
Sometimes I flutter in an infinite sky of love, and
Sometimes I fall from your hands into a black abyss.
Loving you is getting stung by the honey bees
While tasting their moreish nectar from your mouth.
You, sometimes have been the moon in my dark nights;
You, sometimes have been the darkness itself.
You have been the rain pouring down my talking eyes;
You have been the pilgrim to the soul through my eyes.
You have been my love rose with all its thorns, the one
I let impassioned me, and whose fragrance still lingers.
Loving you was never an experience;
It always has been an endless journey,
Of embracing the pain and nothingness,
Of destroying oneself and rebuilding.
Before I die with this song inside of me,
And before these inimical episodes of life
Take you away and push me off the edge,
I want to sit and sing the song to you,
That I love you in echoing silence.
I love you in piercing loneliness.
I love you in desolation, in happiness.
I love you in my bedspread poetries;
For no reason and for eternity.
The eyes that reflects back the twinkling,
the voice that shuts the noises,
words that hide the faces,
I feel rejoice in your arms, under the sky.
The touch that lingers for days, penetrating through the soul,
the permanent image that forms in eyes,
breathes that settle down the heart,
Lost in exultation, in your arms, under the sky.
The taste of yours that keeps away from worldly desires,
the love that flows,
those eyes that talk,
I enjoy the eternal felicity in your arms, under the sky.
Your grip taking me to the right direction while I’m going nowhere,
ending the ache in my head,
ending a throbbing pain,
Away from consternation, in your arms, under the sky.
Far off the machines of the world, tuning with the universe,
a stream of fascination,
filled with entranced,
I have been shielded by your arms, under the sky.
DAY 4
This is in response to Prateek’sFive Photos, Five Stories Challenge. Thank you, Prateek, for giving me this wonderful opportunity.
The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”
Comfortably breathing in
her golden-yellow dress
she whirls in eddies of soft
wind permeating every space
of her infinite field of liveliness.
The sunlight falls on her skin
and she shimmers artistically
like a sunflower in the garden.
The glow in her eyes reflecting
the sun of love and seclusion.
Her feet dance on the gentle soil
to the sound of birds chirping
leaving imprints of her tenderness.
Her amiable laugh echoes in the
valley, embracing all of her.
At night, the stars shine in her eyes
the affectionate stare talks about
all her insanity, all her dreams.
Wearing moonlight every night
she sleeps hearing the soulful
melody of the waves that sing
her songs of love and intimacy.
In the fathomless love
in the beauty of nature
in cold nights, in warm days
her romance blossoms.
– Kritika Vashist
This is in response to Bhavpreet’s Free Writing Challenge. Also, I am finally done with all free writing challenges 🙂
From the Soul to the nib of the Pen 