s u n s h i n e

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Be You
in all the ways
you can
there must
be a reason
apart from a great
sense of humour
that his chisle
put all those
crazy nooks
the way it has.

Of course
I laugh
every time
I see you,
your mirror
and me
both have a pact
on that,
he must
have been
in a real hurry
to do a
stupendous job
like that.

But before
the year ends
let a secret be told
we both know
the real rush
he had,
it was us
who needed you
to be
this you
in all the
colors you have.

And we laugh
for we know
the need
you fulfill
was never
a priority
you’d choose,
but it is ours
to secretly mine,
so you, be you
and let us bask
through this
long winter
in your
secretly adored
wondrous sunshine.

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30Dec16

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t r u s t

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In the midst
of an existence,
clouded by
a logic,
propagated
by an illogical
world,
I can’t help
but feel
embarrassed,
as the the
little bird,
looks at me,
picks up the
piece .
of offered bread,
still untrusting
of the motives,
it has learned
to know.

Fluttering away,
with its meal
held tight,
between the
secure folds
of its beak,
the look
of a thief,
teasing my
form,
but connecting
with the soul,
and I break out
into a smile,
for how far
have we
traveled now,
that even
those that
really fly free,
doubt the intentions
of those,
that only claim
to be.

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Vidur
29Dec16

g r a t i t u d e

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Rummaging
randomly
through the bin
labeled
loudly
two zero
one six,
as it
impatiently waits
to be crowned
with the
ceremonial
‘in the past’
lid.

Wondering
how much
of what
was
is now
on its way
out,
and as the hands
slowly
pull out
the eyes
fall
on what is
left behind.

Gratitude
can seldom
be expressed
by words
which refuse
to find form
within,
for what
still remains
abounds
inspite of
all that
which
didn’t.

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Vidur
28Dec16

a l i v e

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Like a flood
it flowed
into the
coveted spaces,
made vulnerable
by currents
flowing through
the veins,
fires lit
by matches
unboxed
unwrapped
uninhibited
but sure,
consuming
the waters
of untamed
rivers,
rising
and falling
like tides
pulled by
the divinity
of the moon,
reuniting
in volcanic
tremors
two lost
alive
invisible souls.

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Vidur
26Dec16

s c a t t e r e d

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All those
silly rhymes,
concocted
like a
magic potion,
just to
impress you,
Ink pumped
by a heart,
bored of its
monotonous
thankless job.

Sheets filled,
with honest
confessions,
in hopes of
imagined
reciprocations,
now randomly
lying strewn,
The wind
turned deceiver,
had promised
in a moment
of solidarity –
to carry them
all to you.

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Vidur
24Dec16

 

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b l o o m

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They said
love was
a bouquet
of flowers.

Some chose,
between
those that
lie in a vase,
the days
they live,
fragrant
and real

Others,
the ones
that last
a lifetime,
bereft of
life
fragrance
and feel.

And I
wondered-
if love really
was just that,
I’d walk you,
daily
to the garden,
where the
real ones
bloom.

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Vidur
23Dec16

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this one for all of you

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icy fingers
spilling words
on a
lonesome screen
waiting
to be read
jumping
to be heard
connections
to hearts
that beat
under scattered
varied lights

I may be far
but
your words
in this
winter chill
bring me
the shared
warmth
of your
own
internal
light.

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Vidur
22Dec16

 

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