s i n g

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broken strings
an old guitar,
nostalgic fingers
hesitatingly touch,
the remaining
one.

a beat within
a note without,
and that’s
enough music,
to strum a
song.
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Vidur
30Jan17

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t w i n s

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twin vases
the same potter,
unsuspecting clay
beaten
kneaded
hand molded,
sun dried
wood fired
in kiln,
painted
coated
a liquid glaze,
fired again
to achieve
the protective
skin.

now stand
displayed
on a comparative
stage,
one smooth
inspite
of its
chronicled age,
untarnished
luminous
its gleaming
glaze.

the other
veined
with numerous
cracks,
held together
by the
sheer will
to survive,
tiny spaces
exposed crevices
artistically
filled,
with strokes
of love
from random
hearts.

one,
impeccable
in its
stature,
still shiny
almost
seeming
immortal.

the other,
rustic
mystic
worn,
but full
of stories
of life
to tell.
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Vidur
30Jan17

s h e l l f i s h

Deceptions
untruths
and
broken
promises,

precious words
once said,
now meaningless,
no longer
defined,

buds
that were meant
to bloom,
but
they never did,

fingers ringed
one time,
now bare,
showing
shades of skin,

no wonder you
now hide,
your best,
like a natural
shellfish.

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Vidur
29Jan17

good night !

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The night must rest
its had a long day
herding those crazy
prancing stars,
the moon dancing
all over the place
different disguises
on different days,
the owls will keep
a watchful eye
on them, and you
and all the others
up to mischief
in town,
the bats will fly
like customized drones,
scanning your
movements
till you shut
your eyes,
the sky is set
and your bed
is made too,
the Night
is tired,
and tonight –
it needs
to rest
like you.

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Vidur
27Jan17

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m u s e

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I don’t
live for you,
be sure of that,
there is a method
to the madness,
of even this
utopian heart

you maybe
the inspiration,
for the feel
of the water,
that holds
me captive,
to its shores

you maybe
the air
I need to breathe,
for disjointed
words
to form
a flow

you maybe
my inspiration
of countless stars,
the sun
the moon
and the forests
deep

I only live
to be the best
I can be,
so you can’t
be the reason
that I live
for sure

but don’t walk away
just because
I call you
my muse,
for no other eyes
will ever
see you
this way.

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Vidur
27Jan17

 

s h i n e

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Cloaked in veils
of the smothering kind,
there comes a time
when the
hidden truth,
coffined by time
is freed to rise,
rusted masks
held beyond their time,
must fall to reveal
the hidden faces,
of scared angels
and demons that roam,
in angel’s disguise

The wintry night
the fog, the mist,
the snowy shroud
covering the green,
the sky held hostage
by the cloudy greys,
they all must fall
to that inevitable
advancing, ray of light,
false surfaces
too will crack,
and frozen lakes
once again
will come alive

Change by will
or by destiny’s design
offers a release
from stagnating in,
the deceptive comforts
of a familiar life,
a trick, or a treat
who can tell,
but the diamonds
waiting in the dark,
true to their heart
and core within,
in this revealing light
now, will shine.

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Vidur
27Jan17

m i s s e s

Meandering thoughts,

often dont reach the lips,

words that do spill out,

in retrospect often,

seem like the unseasonal rain,

incoherent, impulsive, 

all over the place,

and sometimes I wonder,

if it’s the devil in you,

that does a trick, 

or is it the devil in me 

that saves me, each time.

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Vidur
26Jan17