l a t e n t

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Pic: Self

it
lay there waiting
for the longest time,

invisible barricades
illogically
keeping it confined,

each drop of lived life
adding to the reservoir
hidden from sight,

there is a limit to that
which can be
artificially withheld,

water contained
in any magnitude
when freed will flow,

i did not change
any form or character
when the superficial walls cracked,

it was the inherent being
that outgrew the limitations
and found its own natural flow.

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Vidur
16Jun17

e n g l i s h

it is not
my first
language
you see,

but I still
choose
to write
in it,

for how else
could I have had
this wonderful
chance,

to discuss
the vagaries
of life
with you,

the risks
involved
in interpretation
abound,

but I’d rather
take them
with a
pich of salt,

than miss out
on this
linguistic
opportunity,

in the hope
of getting
to know
you too.

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Vidur
14Jun17

s t a r s

Pic : Self

too far to hold
yet captive
you hold my eyes,

i know not
who put you
there,

just as i know not
who put me
here,

the affinity so natural
yet the distance
unexplained,

explanations abound
but i laugh at all
the logics of science thus far,

wondering the why’s
of your existence
as i often do of mine,

if stories
are to be believed
they say you are one of us,

for you had to be
a visitor here
only then could you reach that far,

but living amongst fables
the truth
is often hard to find,

hopes abound though
in the unsaid depths
of the heart,

for those who see you as less
will one day see you
shining amongst the stars.

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Vidur
01June17

l o s t

Pic: Self, Moon and Shadows

lost in
a world
so full of people,

lost in
a maze
others call a world,

lost in
a storm
of thundering thoughts,

lost in
the present
that must hold a future,

lost in
the clouds
that mystify light,

lost in
the reality
of a saw called time,

lost in
a web
that destiny hath weave,

lost in
a dream
promising a glimpse of you,

lost in
all the ways
I had never ever tried before,

lost,
just to be lost,
and maybe,
somewhere lost too,
I will find you.

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Vidur
04May17

Save

f a l l i n g

dropping
from the sky
the raindrop
wonders,
if its about
the ride
or the end
that really
matters,

neither
was his
existence
his plan,
neither does
he know
any whereabouts
of where
he’ll land,

so he looks
around
at the rest
as they
also fall,
unsure
participants
in a shared
journey,

some headed
to be sucked up,
by the thirsty
devouring earth,
some to be
liberated,
by existing
bodies of
already fallen
hallowed waters,

there is
comfort
in numbers,
as the ends
seem nearer,
and the clouds
thundering –
that karma
does matter,
really doesn’t add
a tangible solution,
to the
questions
that still remain
unanswered.

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Vidur
24Apr17