l e t g o

mistaken identities
lead you to believe,
the wrong one
that walked by,
was the right one for you,

free the mindset
from thoughts,
that make the eyes follow,
the opposite directioned
footsteps,

the ones that couldn’t see you
for what you hold within,
could never have been the ones,
that were ever meant
to hold you.

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Vidur
30May17

r e w r i t e

Pic: Self

love
had
become
a word
as frivolous
as they
could have
turned it to be,

he
took
one final
look at the
revered dictionary
before swinging his arm
letting it fly out of the window,

it
was time
to write
a new one
even if it meant
rewriting it for
that one little word
in all the different colours
that it was always meant to be.

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Vidur
29May17

f a l l s

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Pic: Self

I’d trip you
if that was all
that was needed
to make you fall,

but that is not
the fall
that i am
looking for,

the once tripped
walk with an
overcautious
gait,

the treads
of time
aren’t easy
to erase,

but i
am a believer
and so the arms
must wait,

you’ll fall too
I know
for my fall now
is beyond retrace.

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Vidur
28May17

Save

r e f l e c t i o n s

Pic: Self

so often
my own reflections
seem distorted to me,

like inked words
scriblled on blank sheets
smudged by
random raindrops,

like restless reflections
scattered
on the water surface
unsure of whether
the disturbances emanate
from within or without,

like the repeated melodies
whispered by the breeze
hummed like an additiction
but remaining meaningless
without any words,

like birds fluttering through
constant windy weather
trying to balance
but unable to find
their own eagle stance,

and often these distortions
are just a result of
the frost on the glass,

but once in a while
by the mistiness
on the lens itself.

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Vidur
27May17