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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Author: vidur sahdev

Living life...as it comes!

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