Category: poetry

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

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.

———–

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