On love and expression

And how to express
the transparency of my love,
it’s purity and it’s truth for you.
The structures and concrete,
have made it so fake and bolted.

Hey… Do look between the lines
and silence of mine;
For no, I’ll not explain,
I’ll just say it with my being.



Just One Chance

No more writes

I need to express.

No more thoughts

I need to make.

For give me just one chance!

One chance to love,

One chance to tell you,

You are my muse,

My only thing, to whom I give…

Give away my heart to.

I need no more longing,

No more I need any other,

I need no more poetries

To make you think,

What the next thing it is,

That you will be made harked to.

For give me just one chance!

One chance to meet you,

One chance to speak you,

Just one chance to utter it all entirely,

To my love, to you.

Let me give away my all, to you…

© Ritika


Rain of Thinking

The rains tipping down 

Telling twisting my nerves.

Telling me to breathe in and inhale.

Inspiring me to tip toe my feet and dance.

But I’m here, scribbling all this. 

Doodling, thinking. 

Over thinking! 

Singing my own world. 

Ain’t perfect. 

That’s what I resist,

But I play always. 

Let me be fine oh! Rain. 

Let me be free again. 

© ritikapeace 💙

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Falling in love with a writer

Falling in love with the writer 

Is the biggest mistake you can do

If you cannot handle it.

For that crazy one,

Will melt you in those words 

Like a candle wax. 

You will remain standing,

If you ever left..

You will still remain 

Either beautified or sketched with black

Either burning and vanished into ashes

Or melted and kissed.

You cannot escape, the writer and that ink.

It will leave it’s blot, forever and ever. 

Falling in love with the writer,

Is the biggest query you’ll regret. 

You’ll be dared, to be made invincible. 

Immortal. Either living free or bruised and as hostage, in those locutions, forever. 

Dare and date, 

Fall in love with a writer. 

©ritikapeace 💙 #err1585


Hidden under the white covers

My yellow buds 

Escaping through the roads 

Of my green shelves

I’m trying not to run 

Not to drown…

I’m trying to stay

And fight this back

Through my own crafted roots

Or is it so?

#err1585 aka ritikapeace