s e a m s t r e s s

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Pic: Self

you pretend
to be powerless,

yet you bind me
at the seams,

each thread
you weave,

always keeping me
within your reach,

my yearning
to break away,

you know
is more an act than intent,

for you hold me together
at the depths,

where none else
could ever reach,

and maybe
that is why,

each night
you seem to mock,

the rebellious tides
of my waves.

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Vidur
30Jun17

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h e a r t

Pic: Self

no rent
I charge
for your
stay here,

one room
I have
so only one
at a time,

no doors
no locks
your will
will reign,

the story
of my past
hangs visible
on a frame,

if you
feel the need
to share
yours,

press
the ringer once
and I’ll be
there,

the ‘vacancy’
sign
that hangs
outside,

reads
‘home’
if you turn it
around,

and if ever
you feel sure
to want
to stay forever,

you are free
to change
what’s visible
on that display.

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Vidur
30Jun17

s l e e p l e s s

Pic: Self

the night
opens
doorways,
that the day
manages
to hide,

there is something
about it’s silence,
which attracts
forgotten noises,
to resurface
from their coffined sites,

battle cries
of yesteryears,
often seem
to echo,
with a refreshed
and renewed might,

caught unprepared
you wait,
while
your own thoughts
wage
a war inside,

the only reprieve
you seek,
is that elusive
dreamless sleep,
sometimes it obliges
often it just hides.

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Vidur
29Jun17

w a v e s

Pic: Self

your hear them
crying out every
night,

reaching out
in desperation
beyond their ground,

surging, rising
pushing
their bounds,

at the sight
of their beloved
calling to them,

the yearning deeper
than the oceans
can withhold within,

only to crash
against
emotionless boulders,

repeated attempts
but all
in vain,

and i wonder
if there was a time
that was,

when these waters
belonged to those
empty craters afar,

till the big
bully earth
stole each drop away,

from the poor little moon
that still
searches for them.

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Vidur
28Jun17