Poems By Kritika

The rays of sun hit my eyes But I won't look away All my life my eyes have wondered That why does the sun always fade? It was neither the sun Nor my eyes But my own intellect That never wanted to shine But maybe I should look at the sun And let it meet my eyes Maybe I should not hide away And welcome the morning light Oh my merchant, trade my sadness And let me look outside For all my life I've adored my misery And never witnessed light So I won't steal it from anyone But some of it is mine

An incomplete fantasy dreaming of which I woke up When my eyes opened Nothing showed up 'Tis not a play but the reality of me loving you Loving you was easy Leaving you creates a hue Oh beloved, please look at me once again And free me from the cage of your first sight Come again and take my heart away Reincarnate and create a life along with mine Come again my love Before I wake up Hold me again my love Before I wake up

Oh painter My painter Take away my soul And colour it In different shades and hue Take away the colours of my eyes And paint something new Stain me with your dullness Cover me in you shades of blue Steal my heart And drown it In all the different shades Or colour it With only a few My dear painter Take away my life And let me fade In the colours you imbue

I receive love But not from home I receive hatred But not from the world I was born in a burning house And they never taught me to get out My whole house My whole life Was always on fire And so I learned to crush my hope And bury my desires For it's all forbidden My desires are all forbidden Because I was never admired Oh I was born in a burning house Where I was never desired

I miss the person I was I miss the person I can never be I'm happy that you're falling in love again With somebody other than me I wish that person was me But thy love was never me Maybe I deserved it Maybe I didn't What a calamity my love brought To look at people and try to look for me Yet, I'm happy that you're falling in love again With somebody I can never be

I see how people are desired By one of their own kind I wish this jealousy burns me alive For I want to be desired too I want to know how it feels To be looked at with love To be seen To be something I've never been  But how should I ask for it For I'm different Maybe one of my own kind For which I've always been admired Oh I was always loved But never desired

As the people pass, the season fades With every falling leaf  A wish I make The wish to see you again In different hues and shades With my belief in disbelief It was too late For you have always raised a toast  To your never ending tales Which should be brought to an end now As quickly the season fades  And now I must change Like leaves that  fall with grace For my disbelief is nothing But my own fate

The child used to shine so bright Brighter than the brightest light But sooner or later That spark died Now the child is nowhere to be found This child left another child came Being the brightest among them all Now became an endless game 'Tis not a trait anymore But a competitive fame Who is wrong? I must know The child or the society? We never know which one to blame 

My beloved you think so highly of thyself Which you must For you are a piece of art Art created by my eyes I see the good in you Which no one else can Because I see you with all the love I carry Within my heart, within my soul Without any complains I'm ready to take away all thy pain But what do I get in return? Being treated like I do not belong Or being felt like the person you never wanted to meet Why do I not get a piece of thy pride? Do I not deserve? Or is the pride only for the finest people? You are a piece of art created by my eyes Because I see you with all the love I carry My dear beloved please admire me the same way And give me reasons  To look at myself Without any hate

People call me nothing And make me feel like I don't belong But my name in your mouth Sounds like poetry I love the way you call me Call me anything you want But please my love Don't you ever stop calling me I wonder what you think of yourself Are you aware of your charm? If not, then oh beloved ask me And I'll write books over books To tell you what you are The heavens reside within you The sun emits your rays The mountains embody your pride The moon reflects your grace You can never see yourself the way I do You're linked to me And so am I to you My dear beloved say my name again And let go of your pride Be my muse forever And let me create thy life Don't you ever vanish my love Because then I'll bleed myself  Writing about you And even if I don't I would only live to see you ~The moon shines within thy body, but your blind eyes cannot see it~

A bottle of wine, For a group of pals A bottle of wine, Poured in a separate glass A bottle of wine, Shared among all A bottle of wine, Reminded us of our flaws A bottle of wine, Pushed us to the peak A bottle of wine, Gave me the courage to speak A bottle of wine, Put me in my thoughts A bottle of wine, Made me count the battles I ever fought A bottle of wine Made me sort of a fibber A bottle of wine, Made me feel the love that still lingers

The lies I told you For I well knew Despite the things you spoke I was always one in a few I should've never loved you When I knew I'll never be loved back Then why is it my decision To bear the qualities I lack? Blessed are those who get a piece of you But when I try to do so It always ends with a cry and woe Then why should I even try To be your shaman  For I'll always be Your other woman

I yearn to be heard I yearn to be seen I cherish every soul  Other than me I once was a protagonist All my tales were written by me Now all I yearn is to be heard, to be seen I will speak the most mesmerizing words And I will be the prettiest one Just to be noticed  And just to be seen But who will I be able to impress, If I carry the weight of my own abandonment? Will I ever be heard? Or will I ever be seen? I once was a protagonist And all my tales were written by me

A man so ordinary Who lived under the shade of tree Was ready to spread love And live his life glee Then came a fibber merchant down the alley Who promised to make his life the most jolly But in return demanded the love of man The man gave it all and that was his own folly Soon came a mistress so fine Who also asked the man for love And got it in no time Then left the man with the thinnest line The man so ordinary His life itself became a misery With no love left for himself The man often tried to kill himself It all would've had been different  If the man would've saved some love for himself Would still be sitting under the shade of tree And be living his life with glee The merchant and the mistress Are the most happy now For fooling the man into believing  The happiness in their fakest vows