In Search of Home

Behind smokescreens
we so proudly live,

our perfectly moulded
scripted lives,

and i wander in search
of a place unknown,

where this is not
the way to be,

for mine
shattered long ago,

and another will surely
suffocate me to death.

© vidursahdev 2019

In Solitude

i talk
to your
voiceless shadows,

as if
you are
still there,

your voice
remains
my happy place,

inspite of it
being
no longer there,

some things
make their
home,

even in
the absence
of the presence,

i know
for i still
hear you,

even when
those shadows
disappear.

© vidursahdev 2019

Pieces

i break
like glass,
a former whole,
but now
in scattered pieces,

see-through
as i always was,
but now
you just can’t
ignore me,

and i love
the way your eyes,
carefully inspect
each diamond
shard of mine,

i broke
like glass,
but now bask
under the sunshine
of your attentive eyes,

you wanted to avoid
the devil in the details,
but the details
no longer
apply to me,

i sought you
as a whole,
but as whole
maybe it wasn’t
just meant to be,

so i broke
like glass,
as so often
hearts do
break too,

and each piece
a knife,
whose blade
finally gets to reflect
your eyes,

and inspite
of the pieces
i finally find my peace,
amongst these reflections
that i now hold.

© vidursahdev 2019