The Art of Pretence

Pic : Self

Pretence, I practice
in the precincts
of my head,

of being
a bee
to that flower,

that dances
alluringly
in sunshine breeze,

but the bloom
intutive
intelligent,

beckons
the wind
its trusted ally,

to blow away
into
oblivion,

even
the buzz
of these thoughts,

and pretence
becomes
the art,

that yearns
but never
manifests.

© vidursahdev 2018

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When I seek solace

Broken
pieces
of light,

now lie
scattered
in darkness,

the stones
that once
were the fort,

now spread
like identiless
rubble,

the sun
rises
as promised,

but stars
still fall
into oblivion,

everything changes
yet somethings
don’t,

what changes why
only hindsight
investigates,

but
solace
is often found,

in the constants
that remain
the same.

© vidursahdev 2018