Visual Reminders

Pic : Self

Every
time,

I see
you,

I miss
you.

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Influences

They tug at the rope
from either ends,

and the rope holds on
with all its strength,

for they will soon go
who play this game,

and the rope only longs
to be joined at the cut,

where the two ends can meet
to complete the circle again.

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Visions of the Future

They finally achieved
their long chased
goal,

a robot
who did everything
that his programming bode,

didn’t laugh
at any of those
inappropriate times,

didn’t cry at all
when all around
sadness engulfed,

didn’t utter
any spontaneous
regrettable childish words,

only registered
what needed
logically to be heard,

even shook your hand
only the prescribed
three times,

never indulged
in the magic
of a tight warm hug,

manners polite
as listed in
that best selling book,

conversations rich
like the ‘National
Geographic’ content,

no skipped beats for him
his current
remains consistent,

with an internal
power backup,
no fears of a meltdown,

there is so much more
that he is,
and I admittedly am not,

for he follows
to perfection,
what a human should be,

pitying me
for my seemingly
incomprehensible shortcomings,

so they finally did create
the perfect
version of me,

but I am just a mortal,
and a mortal
I’d rather be.

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Dying Art

If you can’t
read it
in my eyes,

even the best poetry
that i borrow
and recite,

will fall flat
and scatter
like a splattered egg,

And i wouldn’t do
such a dishonour
to them,

who without
even knowing
my existence,

said all that
which i
can’t even paraphrase,

For words
were never really
my forte,

and the language
of the eyes
is no longer,

respectfully read
taught
or practiced.

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A Cauldron of Dreams

Pic: Self

A cauldron
of dreams,
simmers
tonight,

I stir slowly,
and the
crescent moon
stares wide-eyed,

and stars
sprinkle into it,
their own faraway
secret sunshine,

my eyes
on the cauldron,
but the night
sees it in my eyes,

I stir slowly,
and the night sighs,
at other things
that simmer inside,

sometimes dreams
need to be cooked,
to take
the test of time,

tonight
I cook them all,
eagerly awaiting
tomorrow’s sunrise.

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Limitations

Pic: Clicked by me!

Words fall
far too short
each time,

for they are bound
by limitations
of definitions,

and what I
feel within
for you,

cannot be bound
by words
that are so defined.

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Wingless Bird (Bilingual)

Main bhi
waqt ka hi
parinda hoon,

pankh na sahi
par khayalon mein toh
udhta hoon,

inn saanson
ki seema mein
jeeta hoon,

par unse aage
jaane ke khwab
rakhta hoon,

waqt ki shaayari
ne kuchh mukaam
aise diye,

ke pankh
na hote hue bhi
fadfadana to seekh liya,

sabr ke
becheede
imtihaanon mein,

khud ke
zameer ko
buland rakh kar,

auruon ke aage
izzat se jhukna
seekh liya,

kabhi yoonhi
kuch chalt-chalte
keh gaya,

jo na keh saka
wo aksar chup-chap
seh gaya,

main bhi
waqt ka hi
parinda hoon,

aaj aur kal
ke darmiyan
basse faaslon mein,

kuch apne khoye
khwabon
ke khilne ki,

ek chotti si
aas
to rakhta hoon,

pankh na sahi
par udhne ki khwaish
to rakhta hoon.

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English version:

I too
am a bird
of time,

bereft of wings
but in my thoughts
I do fly,

alive, I breathe
within the boundaries
of life,

though I dream,
someday
of going beyond,

the acts
of time,
often gave me a stage,

where a wingless bird
nevertheless learnt
how to flutter,

tests of patience
sweetly taught
me,

that a
clear conscience
and one’s character,

is never lessened
by a head that knows
how to humbly bow,

and as many times
as I spoke out
my mind,

there were times
when I swallowed
every unuttered word,

I too,
am a bird
of time,

trying
to bridge
the gap,

between
a today
and a tomorrow,

with a few dreams
that are
my own,

I may
be a bird
bereft of wings,

but in reality
I too,
long to fly.

© vidursahdev 2019