l i g h t s

Pic : Stolen from a friend!

it still is
a wonderful
memory,
that i
hold dear,
somewhere
in the counting
of my blessings,
and know
that i
always will,

when the sun
had set,
and the lights
of the world,
one by one
were
switched off,
to my
desperately
searching
eyes,

the night
when even
the moon
and stars,
chose
to hide
behind,
the unexpectedly
biased
clouds,

a match
you struck,
a flame
you lit,
a lamp
of light,
a hand
which held
no prejudice
within,

and i learnt
the meaning,
the value
of friendship,
and that
it alone,
on its own,
can rise
beyond,
any defined
limits.

————–

Vidur
16Aug17

catch me, if you can

Pic : Internet

nobody
catches
a falling
star,
they see
and wish on it
their troubles
away,

maybe
it does oblige
and take
their weight away,
for those who fall
seldom wish
the same
on others,

the sky however
remains as
bejeweled
as ever,
the eyes
go back
to what can
be beheld,

but nobody
catches
a falling
star.

————

Vidur
12Aug17

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.

—————–

Vidur
29Jun17