People

i
need people too,
to love
to share,

those pieces
of me,
which seldom
add up,

in my
own,
hazy
poetic visions,

to show
i care,
and mean
the said,

inspite of
them,
being ordinary
too,

to tell
them,
and
show them,

no matter
how bright,
the sun
may shine,

their light
is what,
lights up
my life,

to hold them
close,
in an embrace
so tight,

that two hearts,
can hear
each other’s
beats,

to hear
and tell,
what life
has been,

and to believe
that change,
can be good
too,

to see
reflections,
of bonds
that’ll hold,

and refuse
to tire,
in the next
winter’s ire,

i am
but human
and need
people too,

but people
judge,
and so often
grudge,

when my
definition
of people
circles around,

the wholesome
singularity,
of the existence
of You.

© vidursahdev 2019

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Musings of an Incompetent mind

Pic : Self

when
do you wake up
from a dream,
that in essence
is the only
known reality
you live in……hoping
that the dream
you so longingly
hold on to
in this reality,
will be
a truer reality,
when you
finally
open your eyes,
beyond
the limited reality,
of this
existent dream.© vidursahdev 2019

Carved in Stone

Pic : Self

Things
matter less,

and people
lose their effect,

as i give less
of me to them,

and keep more
for myself,

the song
in the background,

a blurr
filling the silence,

the lyrics
bereft of meaning,

for now one
to the other,

all seem
to sound the same,

bright lights
still around in plenty,

but that fear
of darkness,

no longer
there,

lonliness was
an unknown territory,

but the dreaded
unexplored path,

now somehow
feels like home,

silence was
a sought after goal,

but it now
gently drowns,

even
the most innocent,

whispers
of longings,

and though the mind
still thinks,

albeit reined in
by that reign of silence,

but it’s the heart
which unnoticed,

has slowly
turned to stone.

© vidursahdev 2019

You and I

Pic : Self

I am there
already,

in your
thoughts,

an indelible
dot,

in your
this life’s,

conscious
memory,

You
know me,

as i
know you,

and distances
are just,

a perceptive
blur,

We
both know,

that appearances
on earth,

can be
highly made-up,

and
often deceptive,

So let
the connection,

that needs
no reconnection,

be as
valuable,

to us
as it is,

the wishful
handshake,

may happen
or not,

for the dice
rolls,

beyond
our commands,

Identities
and identifications,

are so overrated
here,

and most
still,

insist on
wearing a mask,

afraid
to exist,

in the absence
of it,

Atleast
we know,

the worth
of knowing,

what
ties us beyond,

this
comical stage,

for most
do,

play
diligently,

their
parts,

but forever
exist,

unsure
of themselves.

© vidursahdev 2019