g a r b s

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tender skin
born without
a flaw
the passage of time
its vulnerabilities
exposed
scratched surfaces
artificially perfected
the smallest cuts
covered with tape

the clock completes
a circle of life
time to peel
rediscover
the self
a finger quivers
as it slowly pulls
the sticky cover
over the wound
that never was

pain is sweet
even in those
infinitely
stretched moments
that it lasts
as you
bit by bit succeed
in removing
the worldly conditioned
artificial garb.

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Vidur
21Dec16

 

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d a f f o d i l

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Words in praise
sung and said
and written oft
by those that saw –

the sunlight kiss
its sunny heart
the wind engulf
its tender arms
the frequent visits
from flirtatious bees
an occasional brush
of a butterfly’s touch
blessed dew drops
lazing on its skin
fragrant and alive
an effervescent smile

mine too, uninked
mirror the same
the inspiration though
is not the flower.

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Vidur
20Dec16

 

w i n g s

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Photograph by Andrew Bould

 

born a blob
stuck on a leaf
instinctive feeding
tastes of the world
insatiable appetites
confused needs
wants and greed
limits eventually
someday reached
time supreme
now back into
an aging cocoon
reminiscing experiences
evaluating growth
missed opportunities
achieved goals
an inevitable wait
for the shell
to crack,
the karmic wings
then to spread
an emergence
a rebirth,
imminent flights
of a different kind
some saw a butterfly
and some a soul.

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Vidur
19Dec16

 

 

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c h a n g e

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Remnants of a wall
broken and cracked
plaster peeling
inners exposed
bit by bit
slowly falling
mixing with
the earthly dust
stories held
of a bygone era
slowly released
to the winds
of time
never again
to be retold.

And the bird
on its perch
quietly observes
as the machines
of destruction
menacingly approach
and the penchant
Architect
deep in concentration
unfolds a plan
where the old
is gone
and foundations
of a new story
await to be sown.

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Vidur
15Dec16

c e l e b r a t i o n

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The Starry Night – Vincent van Gogh

some nights
the stars
are just brighter,
the moon
lingering closer,
celebrations
in the sky,
or a clearing
of the vision?
the effervescent
mind, a snail
and the soul,
a seeker.

some nights
the eyes
become one,
with those
that glitter above,
a celebratory dance
in imaginative motion,
reconnected connections,
and distances
made redundant,
by ethereal
swirling
unions.

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Vidur
15Dec16

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p e a r l s

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He dug
a crater deep,
into the arid bed
of the virgin earth,
filled it with
a magical liquid,
disguised its purity
in myriad colours,
mirroring
the dark side
of the sunlit sky.

From a spec
of worthless sand,
he made a
precious pearl,
hid it
in the folds
of an unassuming oyster,
flung it far
into the depths
of that
reflective sea.

Those who search,
Know.
others rarely believe
that the truth
could lie
so deep.

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Vidur
14Dec16

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p o e t

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storms come
storms subside
the dust that spreads
is fated to clear,

raging thunder
is always reined in
by natures own
limits of time,

the birds that hide
in shuddering trees
know the night
can’t forever stall,

the darkest skies
eventually fall
to the wisdom
of the morning sun,

chaos is circumstantial
even when it enters
the susceptible sponge
of the human mind,

and sometimes
in the midst of
of this battle
of clashing clouds,

it takes a poet
to describe
the invisible silver
on their periphery.

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Vidur
12Dec16