r e b e l l i o n

when you have
nothing to write,
but so much
to say to another,

the white seems
so redundant,
and the pen
a spent force,

the two ears i trained to listen,
now rebelling
in this solitudinal silence,
against that very dictum,

the silly scheming tongue
out of spite,
and a lot of
gathered idle boredom,

egging them
to a reckless challenge,
to either stop
this bondage of sorts,

or to push to find
a couple more,
that are willing
to as patiently hear.

—————

Vidur
23Jun17

u n g r a t e f u l

you promised
you’d save me,

as you picked up
my broken pieces,

and laid them out
like a jigsaw puzzle,

each one
almost in place,

except for
the idle air between them,

and then you did
join them together

one by one
with all the tenderness,

that only you
the mastercrafter had,

put me back
on the mantle again,

only for the new me
to see you leave,

call me ungrateful
for all that it is worth,

but expectations are natural
even for the broken,

you mended me to live
and now in your absence,

the fragrance
of your glue,

each
and every moment,

kills me
again, and again.

———————–

Vidur
22Jun17

i n t r o v e r t

i eagerly chase
those falling,
little diamond
raindrops,

reveling
in their sound,
their touch,
their magical
randomness,

the fragrance
they release,
as they meet
the longing
of the earth,

but,

when i recede
into my four walls,
with that skyless
ceiling on top,

and find one,
which has
tunnelled its way
in through,
some inherent
sealant faults,

smiling
in the reflection,
of a lonseme light,
seemingly happy,
to have found me
in my den,

i wonder why
at that point of time,
the same me sees,
that same magical drop,
but sees it 
so very differently.

——————–

Vidur
21Jun17

c r a c k e d

seep in through
the cracks slowly,

just enough
to fill the gaps,

like streaks of lightning
mark your presence,

in these voids
which were absent once,

broken is redundant
the world has taught,

the damaged can always
still be repaired,

the form remains
complete in shadows,

its sunlight
which bares the painful cracks,

the paradox
of what is complete,
and who completes who,

is beyond the comprehension
of a simple heart,

so seep in through
these cracks slowly,

just enough
to bridge the gaps.

——————-

Vidur
19Jun17