b u t t e r f l y

Pic : Self

i hold you
like this
butterfly,

delicately
with
my eyes,

in awe
of this
presence,

which is
as was
meant to be,

i see
the broken
wing,

it tells
me
of a history,

which
no longer
matters now,

and as
you
get ready,

to take
flight
again,

i close
these
eyes,

and
imagine
myself,

visible,
in your
line of view,

final
destination
marked,

‘your
favorite
bloom’.

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Vidur
19Jul17

k a r m a

i would
have stopped,
a long
time back,

the chase
the hope,
of what i know
could be,

but apparently
there’s a secret,
no one else
tells you so,

the universe,
is actually
a lazy
co-conspirator,

secretly working,
on a manually
triggered
karmic spring,

so i keep at it,
in the best
and only way
that i seem to know,

seeding
honest words,
into it’s
daily grind,

hoping
that someday,
they’ll make you
change your mind.

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Vidur
17Jul17

muse o’ mine

Pic: Internet

With your
prior
sought
permission,
of my
remaining,
exercisable
esteemed
might,

i have
to say
you drive
me nuts,
with the
games,
that you
constantly
play,

and
the trouble
that i get
into,
for the
words
that
eventually
fall out,

of this
fallible
human,
that you
constantly
put,
in a
deceptive
array of
dismay,

you
ought
to know,
that i
blame
you,
with all
my heart
and soul,

for the
intense
pain,
my random
verses
probably
cause,
the great
poets
of all times,

who
always
had muses
that
were
so worth
their
pursuit,
inspiration
and time,

as well
for this
court jester,
who writes
in words
that are
neither poetic
nor follow
any framed
rules,

but
who still
always
holds you,
above
any other
existing,
or
ever existed
soul
inspiring
muse.

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Vidur
15Jul17