Kritika

Kritika 19h

Friends?

The garden butterflies are all dead.
Wings torn, Head crushed.
Some lie still on the petals,
While other lie limbless on the soil.
So why are the flowers still smiling?
The leaves dancing?
Are they actually numb
Or were the butterflies enemies
Instead of friends?

Kritika 19h

ANSWER ME.

Why do dead people get more flowers
than alive ones?
Is regret greater than gratitude?

Why do graves bloom
with petals of sorrow,
while the warm hands,
still reaching,
are left cold and empty?

Why do people love children
but neglect old parents?
why do we cherish youth,
soft , unwrinkled
but aver our gaze
from the hands
that built our world?

Kritika 4d

EMBER

I ravage myself in hopes,
but purity was all u needed.
Crinkled bedsheets,
White snow turned red and purple,
Is this your kind of pretty?

My love is such a wretched thing,
To keep within and about.
I spoon it to your lips,
And yet you spit it out.

I built a castle from scattered bones,
Laced it with echoes of your name.
Yet every wish turns out to be ash,
And every ember dies the same.

#red #bones #withered #love #cries #silenttears #grief

Kritika 4d

PHOTOGRAPH

Maybe I should've stopped him more.
Like a moth, drawn to the flame of my silence.
no matter how warm it feels,
too much light is bound to burn.
Even if he is happy now,
he might wake up
with ash in his mouth.
Sometimes,
I am afraid of your unconditional kindness--
like rain falling on a paper house.
Beautiful,
but destined to collapse.
Even if it's a fleeting connection,
I am afraid that one day...
you might regret me.

#memories #innerfeelings #love #hate #betrayal #bitter #beauty #rain #moth

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