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

Romance

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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 🙂