h o p e l e s s

Pic : Self

meetings
are coincidental
but partings
can be
planned,

practice
makes perfect
says
my brain
on repeat,

so i do
write the script
in all
the ways
i can,

but the sun
refuses
to be hidden
by this cloudy
intellect,

the best plans
can fail
the wise
have
often said,

and my heart
still has
the last laugh
whenever
you appear.

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Vidur
30Apr17

e n i g m a

Pic: Self

so what is love
asked the cynical me,

three words uttered
by fleeting emotions
or exclusive arms extended
by want and need,

professed in words
for the world to read
or a stone on a finger
to reassure the eyes that see,

a bouquet of flowers
that wilt either way
or a potted plant
to water everyday,

a situational act
of loneliness’s calling
or a conscious play
to keep the same at bay,

a tag that says ‘us’
in a branded world
or like my faithful friends tail
that will forever stay curved,

a hand that needs
another’s to hold
or a soul sees another’s
through the eyes,

an act on stage
that in the moment seems right
or the first page of a script
that only two will write,

the trickster rainbow
that will charm the senses
or the uneven ground beneath
that will keep testing the balance,

so what is love
asked again the cynical me,

and my reflection in the mirror
seemed to smile mischievously,
‘water and air have no form defined,
love remains an enigma similarly.’

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28Apr17

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f u n e r a l s

strange
is the world
of funerals
some
say,

the gone
are gone
as known meet
to offer their
remembrance,

strangers
and estranged
stand together
with the reality of life
dead in front of them,

conversations hover
from stories
of the departed
to those
of the living,

momentary
hallucinations
caused by
the fragility
of life,

coffin in place
tears wiped
normalcy returns
to most
in the blink of an eye.


….for inspite of those
who are gone, we all live
to die another day….

 

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Vidur
27Apr17

 

u s


black sky
on my side
of the world,

with the big star
gone
the little ones shine,

half and half
lies this
divided earth,

as some
awaken sleepily
to life,

and some sleepy
after
a day of life,

time binds
both
you and me,

stops for niether
in this
rollercoaster ride,

i wish you well
all earthlings
of my earth,

be it under
the sun
or the mystical moon,

happy tidings
with every
breath,

and dreams
that fulfill​
your souls deep,

wherever you are
open eyes
or closed,

there is so much
we share
of this wonderous time,

without
a touch
or a sight,

your existence
somewhere
is a blessing to mine.

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Vidur
26Apr17

w i s h

wish.jpg

there is
a wish
to the universe
that today
from here
faraway
I wish
for you,

may the
winds of despair
always fall short
of disturbing
the aura
of the
lamp of hope
that you hold
within,

may the
eyes that see you
in a different light
find consonance
with your
hallowed being
that hides
beneath
the skin,

may the uneven
pebbled path
you walk barefoot
alone today
lead you to
the stream
that quenches
your soul,

may the changing
weather
lose its lead
and learn to sing
your song within
every time
you step out
of your
vaulted doors,

may you always
have enough wind
beneath your wings
and all the
material fuels
to fly free
from the binds
that might try
to limit
your growth,

may you remain
safe
protected
from any and
all harm
within and without
as is, and as was
your heart is but
a piece of mine,

though my arms
too short now
to encircle
your growing
world,

so my wish
is
now
your shield.

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Vidur
26Apr17

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y o y o s

those
random
moments
when
eyes
stare
at a
blank
space,
and
conscious
thoughts
stop
their
incessant
parade,

as
memories
like
water
balloons
splatter
on
empty
walls,
and
vivid
colours
flash
giving
glimpses
of a time
gone by,

till
the last
drop
is soaked ain
like a
watercolor
on paper
art,
and
a blink
is all that
it takes
for
the sheet
to regain
its
white,

as
the stains
of pain
once
again
retire
into
the
depths
that
hold
them
captive
inside.

———-

Vidur
25Apr17