Life is short….. but it's long enough to make you forget…..that it doesn't last for ever!
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
to live
is a choice,
to die
is a must,
to love
is a taste of both.
© vidursahdev 2018
Words seek help,
as to my
wayward thoughts,
they fall prey,
my thoughts
seek help,
as to my churnings
they fall prey,
and I watch
a helpless onlooker,
at this very
strange game,
sometimes a reflection
of blue skies,
and sometimes
of grey dismay.
© vidursahdev 2018
‘Affluence’
they say
is what I
seek to have,
‘poverty’
a condition
till its attainment
a success,
while the soul
lives in the
expanse
of this spectrum,
questioning
the relevance
of this
man-made mess.
© vidursahdev 2018
The light that gets in
through the cracks,
only makes you
more aware of them,
it is only when you
let the cracked parts fall,
to expose yourself
completely to yourself,
that you realise
the cracks were never in you,
but in the restrictive shell
which pretended to protect.
© vidursahdev 2018
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
You can’t tell
a flame,
to stop
burning,
like the heart,
it too
is totally
devoid,
of the sense
of hearing,
the wisdom
of listening,
once lit,
it only knows
how to burn
till the very last,
or,
till the wind
decides to
snuff it.
© vidursahdev 2018
