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kritika

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kritika is a 24 year old woman from New Delhi, DL, India

"out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole, i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul"-W.E HENLEY

  • http://www.glogster.com/media/2/4/49/79/4497944.jpg

    Rated Nov 07 • 23 reviews • photography • glogster.com

    It feels wonderful to hold your hand,
    And to know that it's me who feels,
    That errant pulse leap up,
    On your delicate wrist,
    When our fingers entwine.
    And that it's me who makes you get,
    That catch in your voice,
    That hitch in your breath,
    When I hold your hand.

    ~Kritika

  • imgfave | photo_art_ru: words of love.

    Rated Nov 06 • 2 reviews • photography • imgfave.com

    It was late,late in the evening,
    The lovers they were gone,
    The clocks had ceased their chiming,
    And the deep river ran on.

    ~W.H Auden from "As i walked out one evening"

  • Created Oct 31 •

    The relic of a forgotten memory

    And we trick ourselfs into believing,
    In closed chapers,
    In final goodbyes,
    In full stops,
    In new beginings.
    But all it takes is a dream,
    For us to see,
    The faded imprint of a beloved face.
    For us to hear,
    The faint echo of a lost voice.
    Dreams strip us bare,
    Of logic,
    Of rationale,
    Of reason.
    And leave us,
    Haunted and hurting,
    As we encounter,
    One more time,
    The relic of a forgotten memory.

    ~Kritika

  • Indias First Internet Radio Station for International...

    Reviewed Oct 31 • 2 reviews • myopusradio.com

    India's first internet radio station :)

  • Ryan Thompson Photography

    Rated Sep 21 • 6 reviews • photography • ryanthompsonphotos.com







    Ah! Sunflower
    ~ William Blake

    Ah! sunflower, weary of time,
    Who countest the steps of the sun,
    Seeking after that sweet golden clime
    Where the traveller's journey is done;

    Where the youth pined away with desire,
    And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
    Arise from their graves and aspire;
    Where my sunflower wishes to go.

  • imgfave | trianon2a.jpg

    Rated Sep 07 • 1 review • photography • imgfave.com



    CONVERSATION

    I have often been insincere,
    I have feigned interest.
    And stared past you,
    I have said the right words,
    Felt them form thickly,
    On my tongue,
    And tumble down,
    To please your ears.
    I have frequently been sincere,
    I have been absorbed,
    Analytical,
    Thoughtful,
    Critical,
    And seen you stare past me,
    And say the right words...

    ~Kritika

  • SirGaws blog - StumbleUpon

    Rated Aug 29 • 36 reviews • stumblers • stumbleupon.com

    Wonderful words and lovely images to go with them...Thank you.

  • :: Achromatics :: Photography ::

    Rated Aug 12 • 1 review • photography • achromatics.com



    One Art
    ~Elizabeth Bishop

    The art of losing isn't hard to master;
    so many things seem filled with the intent
    to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

    Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
    of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
    places, and names, and where it was you meant
    to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

    I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
    next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
    The art of losing isn't hard to master.

    I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
    some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
    I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


    --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
    I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
    the art of losing's not too hard to master
    though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

  • http://images-3.redbubble.com/img/art/size:large/view:mai...

    Rated Aug 07 • 20 reviews • photography • redbubble.com



    Blessing the boats
    ~ Lucille Clifton

    may the tide
    that is entering even now
    the lip of our understanding
    carry you out
    beyond the face of fear
    may you kiss
    the wind then turn from it
    certain that it will
    love your back may you
    open your eyes to water
    water waving forever
    and may you in your innocence
    sail through this to that

  • http://lensart.mhost.ru/picturecontent-pid-e357.jpg

    Rated Jul 31 • 36 reviews • photography • mhost.ru




    Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul,
    And sings the tune without the words,
    And never stops at all,

    And sweetest in the gale is heard;
    And sore must be the storm
    That could abash the little bird
    That kept so many warm.

    I've heard it in the chillest land,
    And on the strangest sea;
    Yet, never, in extremity,
    It asked a crumb of me.

    ~Emily Dickinson