Pic : Self

by the ticking

to outpace
it too,

the ingrained
to accomplish

than even
on the list,
for the day,

till one day
the wind,
the paper away,

and gave me
to be

© vidursahdev 2018



Pic : Self

No longer
a gentle,

no longer
or sacrificial
to lose itself,

to quench
the thirst,
of pretentious
needy cracks
on the earth,

Still a drop
in it’s essence,
but now fortified
by a block
of rock solid ice,

still a drop,
in it’s existence,
but now one
with the limitless
ocean’s might,

strike or seek
or thirst for it,
but the raindrop
is no longer
just a drop.

© vidursahdev 2018

Hey Butterfly!

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I never heard
you complain,
nor saw you
shed any tears,

the changes
you went through,
were never really
out of a choice,

i know
your whole story,
and sometimes
it reminds me of mine,

and each time
that i faltered,
your’s inspired me
to stay balanced on mine,

nature’s enigmas
we both were,
and we evolve beyond
what we are,

i see the beauty
of your transformation,
but i so admire
your strength inside.

© vidursahdev 2018


Pic: Internet

A walk down
the lanes of history,

the feel of being amidst
a long gone past,

that still seems to breath
in the stones laid beneath,

or amongst the honeycombed
imposing structured walls,

my imagination runs wild
with the hooves of horses,

that trotted on these
weathered cobbled stones once,

thoughts that send shivery chills
down the spine,

lingering vibrations of those
that once lived here,

whose tales survived
well beyond their little lives,

was I there, I wonder
when the battles were fought,

when swords shined
till the blood had splattered,

stories of extreme valour
and stories of depraved deceit,

was blood then still
thicker than water,

or was the greed for more
still a force to reckon with,

was love as staid but gracious
as history tells,

or was it wild and free
and had the courage to fight,

lost in my thoughts
I can almost hear live sounds,

the feeling of being one
with the events of that gone time,

and as I turn back from
that glorious past,

I wonder if these silent stones
secretly ever laugh,

at the repitituous nature
of human history,

still stuck in
a forward and rewind.

© vidursahdev 2018


Pic: Self

the fragility
of being human,
tested often
by its own kind,

or mental,
or the animalistic

each egged by
a soulless ego,
wanting to stamp
a never given right,

but rise
from the shadows
will the will
to survive,

the weak
beats the same,
as the weak
in the seeming strong,

but when
the broken rises,
it’s torturous calm,

it’s strength
is a bolt of lightening,
it’s heart
an armoured storm,

it strikes beyond
the boundaries,
of normal imagined

with a fire
which knowingly burns,
that which had
no qualms.

© vidursahdev 2018

…till we meet again

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After much contemplation and introspection, I decided to give the pen some rest, and take a break from writing, and WP.

When I wrote and posted ‘Unexplained Disappearances’ on 27 Nov.’17, I had no clue where it came from, and never thought it would be somewhat prophetic.

It has been a wonderful journey on WP for the last couple of years. In so many ways I discovered myself, and in as many ways I lost myself too.

Words happened, and I wrote,  connecting with strangers and faraway unknown faces. Sharing human depths, vulnerabilities and truths, which in so many ways we tend to ignore and sweep under the carpets in our real worlds.

People connect, and so did I, with so many of you. Some came, some went, some stayed. I grew beyond what I was, with the interactions that happened with all of you.

From the encouragement of the first ‘like’ on a post, to the thrill of the first ‘follower’. From a single-word comment, to a sentence of appreciation, all treasured for the encouragement they bestowed. It has truly been a journey worth more than the words read, and those written.

I wrote what came, but neither as a poet nor a philosopher. For those of you who saw it as poetry, I remain humbled and grateful, and will carry that title with me in my heart, for that entitles me to remain one of you forever.

On WP, I was privileged to read so many of you, feeling and connecting with your words, often more deeply than even my own. I remain indebted to you for sharing those wonderful and meaningful writings.

I was not very active on any other social media sites with regards to my writings, but some of us managed to connect through FB and/or Instagram over a period of time. We remain friends beyond the writings and WP. It would be my pleasure and privilege, if any of you choose to connect so in the future. My name/identity is the same across all of them.

As humbly as I started here, as humbly I take your leave. This probably has been the most difficult write for me on this blog, but as all journeys must end, so must this. Thrilled and happy that this was a really memorable one.

Wish you all good health, peace and happiness,and lots of love always!

One last bilingual verse for you, in Hindi and in English :-

na jaane kisne meri
siyahi ki shishi kahin chhupa di,

ab kalam ko paani mein
dubo dubo ke likhta hoon,

panna likhte likhte
alfaazon se bhar toh jaata hai,

par na khud
ab unhe padh paata hoon,

aur na hi kissi aur ko
unhe padhaa paata hoon.


i wonder
who hid
my bottle
of ink,

now i dip
my quill
in water
and write,

though the sheet
gets filled
with the words
that fall,

but niether
am i able to
read them myself

nor am i able to
make anyone else
read them



…till we meet again. 🙂

Oh Sun

Pic : Self

even the earth
needs time off
from you,
oh my dear
shining sun,

though you be
the energy, the light
and the warmth,
that keeps
it alive,

but all life
living on it,
still needs
a break
from you,

you may
be good
to see,
and thank
on another day,

and as punctual,
as only
you are,

but its time
for me to rest too now,
for the moon
awaits to weave
more dreams,

till the next dawn
when you’ll challenge
that weave again,
oh dear sun
its adieu from me.