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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When Forever Was Too Long To Live

 

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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

The Wait

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You know how every night
the sea waits for the moon
to come and throw its
luminous light all over her?

The moonlight falls and
the waves glow mystically.
The sea waves would
complain about how long
she waited for him to come;
The moon would shimmer
letting her know how much
he missed her, making her
forget about all grumbles.
After all the glances and
exchanging smiles and blushes
the surrounding would get
filled with the aura of tranquility.
The surreal scene then
would do all the talking.

The friendship between
the sea and the moon is
wondrous and unparalleled
where, one lights up the other
and one shows the other
reflection of its true self.

Sometimes she would get jittery
if he doesn’t appear in time,
but the hope doesn’t vanish;
for she would always know
that he is just behind those
dark gloomy clouds
he struggles against
almost every evening.

The sea continues to wait
in anticipation for the moon
to come and ask her
if she missed him too,
and she would wave high
and say that yes she did
more with each cloud passing
and when the sky covered
itself in another different layer.

You know, chum?
That’s how I see us
and exactly how I wait
to see you every day.

– Kritika Vashist