p a s t s 


Fake eyes open
into a scene
where the real ones
pretend to be
shut,

A chance
to push
the coveted
rewind
button,

Did,
and presto
the same old
scenario,
was all there,

Pondered,
wandered
around a bit,
familiarity
somehow did
feel good,

But the air
seemed thinner,
and breaths slowly
became
gasps,

Desperately searched,
luckily found
pushed it again,
this time
without a doubt,

Shut eyes
finally opened wide,
it would always
have had
been the same,

Awakenings
often free the binds
that the past holds
on a blinded
heart,

The journey
back
to what
had been,
was a realisation
to how much
the value,
for every
little breath,
given,
and taken
had changed.

——————

Vidur
31Mar17

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s u n s e t s

Sitting alone,
watching
the sunset,
from her
favourite spot,
by the sea,

one by one
the memories
flew,
from her eyes,
to touch
that sinking
sun,

till
the saltless
emptiness,
was all,
that was left
inside,

and as
the heavy hearted sun,
dissolved
their combined embers,
into
the already salty waters,

her eyes reflected,
the end
of a chapter,
in that one
last drop,
that
rolled down
her cheek.

—————-

Vidur
30Mar17

s e r e n d i p i t y

Photo: Self, 2017

I know now
that you exist
the perfect creation
to the abstractions
of my mind,

and it dispels
the clouds of doubt
suffered for long
by the heart
and the soul,

time
took its toll
and a life
almost went by
searching in vain,

but at least
I know now
that the palette
which gave you
your colors,

was the same
that gave me mine.

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© Vidur Sahdev 2017

h a n d s

hands.jpg

lingering hands meet
like long lost lovers

reddening palms
aching fingers

a quivering touch
the warmth of skin

a moment of waiting
for the gap to fill

as waiting destiny lines
press into each other

and fingers find
lost crevices to match

locked they fold
around boney knuckles

and two completes
complete each other

designed to perfection
now entwined as one.

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Vidur
27Mar17

 

d r i p

long-paint-drips.jpg

drip drip drip
experiences
of life,
one at a time
inhaled
exhaled
bid good bye,
with smiles
of elation
or sighs
of loss,

drip drip drip
the pen
sings its song,
evergrowing
lists of goals
destinations
acquisitions
to be achieved,
camera clicks
documents
journeys
and accolades
received.

drip drip drip
intravenous
flows in
the water
of life,
memories
dance
to vital beats,
the triviality
of it all
unfolding now,
as stage curtains
slip slip slip
down.


Vidur
25Mar17

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