The Silent Bouquets

The flowers
smile,

cuddled
in the bouquet,

knowing
the emotions,

with which
they were wrapped,

and the complimenting
sentiments,

which
naturally add,

to their
own,

exuberant
fragrance.

Now placed
in a vase,

their silence
speaks,

words
which the sender,

somehow
left unspoken,

but sadly
so often,

the language
of silence,

seems
to get lost,

in decorative
corners,

unable
to convey,

the essence
of what,

could have
been,

a meaningful
translation.

© vidursahdev 2018

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Kuch toh / Somethings

Pic : Self

Kuchh toh gila rakhna tha tujhse,
akhir taqdeer bhi toh
phir milaane ka bahaana
dhoondti hai,

umr toh guzar jaati hai
aksar issi kashmkash mein,
ke sahi kya hai
aur galat kya tha,

par suna tha kabhi
kisi shayar se kahin,
ke har hasrat ka hissab
bhi zaroori hai,

iss liye kuchh toh ranjish
rakhta hoon main,
har pal tujhse
bas yoonhi,

ke phir zindagi ka
kya aitbaar
jab har pal
yoonhi badalti hai,

aur fariyaad ka asar
ho na ho,
par kehte hain ke
rooh toh laut ke aati hai,

par ek umr
to phir bhi kaafi nahin,
tere deedaar mein
basne ke liye,

iss liye
kuchh to gila rakhna tha tujhse,
kyonki tujhse
phir milna bhi toh zaroori hai.

English translation:

Some complaints/desires
against you
I leave pending,

for even destiny
seeks to fulfill that
which remains
unfulfilled,

life passes
by so quickly,
deeply engrossed
in the debate
of what was wrong
and
what is right,

but I’d heard
a wise one
say once
in the passing,
that every desire
relives a rebirth
if unfulfilled,

so I hold
that
unfulfilled desire
as an innocent
hostage,

against a life
which
constantly
changes hues,

and even if
my prayers,
lack the strength
of culmination,
it is said
that the soul
surely does return,

but even then,
one lifetime
would not be
enough,
to feel
your existence
within my arms,

so I keep some
complaints/desires
still pending
against you,

for in the end
even karma
needs
an excuse,
to ensure
that you and I
meet again.

© vidursahdev 2018

Tonight, I dream

She attends
to the chores
of daily life,
with vibrant eyes
and a sunshine
smile,

one with them
till the crowd
disperses,
and one
with the moon
till sleep prevails,

in dreams
she laughs
beyond those smiles,
a sun
amongst stars
free of the crowds,

where the real
can live
without any shame,
conditionings
and norms
are often held too tight,

suffocating
and suppressing
the expression of life,
its purpose denied
condemned
to a forced sleep,

oblvious of the logic
of what good
the world is,
if we only allow it
to thrive
in our dreams,

but tonight
I complain not
to those that read,
for tonight
she’s invited me,
to join her
in her dreams.

© vidursahdev 2018

Musings: When intentions are not enough

…and sometimes
we create
chances,

hoping…

the universe
might accept
them,

but it doesn’t…

inspite
of the sincerity
of the intentions,

asking us to dismantle…

the perfectly
thought out
nest so built,

and we do oblige…

though not
out of a happily
chosen choice,

but in submission…

to the understanding
that there exists
a higher will.

© vidursahdev 2018