p r i o r i t i e s

Pic : Self

revise me
like the
drafts
you often write,
erase, crumple
and then again
rewrite,

but know,
that
i’ll still,
never be
perfect,
for your
worldly
eyes,

for I’d
rather
remain,
an eysore
of a balm,
to your
aching heart,

than be
a temporary
bolt
of lightening,
that attempts
to tame,
your frivolous
sight.

———-

Vidur
19Aug17

l o v e

Pic : Self

you would know
what love is,

if only you
gave it a chance,

it will
and surely will,

destroy anything
and everything,

that you thought
it was,

till in the abyss
of total loss,

it will hold you
as you are,

and inspite of being
redundant, forsaken,

by those who
put values,

on what another
could be worth,

you’ll be absolutely
invaluable,

to the one
who holds you within,

like the breath
that he takes,

inhaling life
and exhaling with pain,

the chance
that you might,

not return
again.

—————

Vidur
19Aug17

c u t s

Pic:Self  … Grew this from a seeding bulb, but the wind bent it, tried to straighten it, but it didn’t work, it was dying….but it needed to bloom, and so I did, what needed to be done.

sometimes
in life,
speaking
literally
or not,
you need
to cut,
an injured
stalk,

put it
in a vase,
filled
with water,
to give
the buds
perched
at its tips,
a chance
to bloom.

no one
will see,
the injury
it
suffered,
or
the hand
you lent,
to nature’s
cause,

but
you will
smile
like the
sun above,
when
you see
those precious
petals unfold.

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Vidur
19Aug17

Musings…’p e o p l e’

Pic : Self

…and then
there are those,
who won’t
trespass
into your yard,

but silently
and steadily
build
a house
next to yours,

plant flowers
which won’t
be visible
from their own
windows,

so that
you
can see them bloom
when you open
yours.

————–

Vidur
18Aug17

s i b l i n g s … for my sister :)

Pic: Self ‘family’

you are me
as i am you,
justaposed
in different
beings,

which
one rules,
was a battle
often fought 🙂
though
neither
of us,
did ever
win,

for the
beats
within,
dance
to similar
tunes,
and hold us
together,
despite
the tricky
acts,
that unfold
on stage,

our roles
often
applauded,
by the same
audience,
for our
now
obvious,
different
lights,

you remain
my rock,
different
in view,
though cut
from,
the very same
cloth,

i remain
steadfast,
your invisible
anchor,
through
stormy seas,
or thunderous
clouds,

i could
write more,
but no
ink could
state,
this bond
of blood,
that goes
beyond
the colour
red,

to one
that is
seamless,
in it’s
presence,
and
exists
forever,
from
strength
to strength.

————-

Vidur
16Aug17

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