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

Of Poets and Muses

People lie
but
muses don’t,

loyalty remains
where trust
finds a home,

a poet survives
on what he
feeds on,

yet
he takes nothing
from no one,

for he knows
nothing
he owns,

i remain human
responsible
for my actions,

but over what
the quill
writes,

i surrender
all
control.

© vidursahdev 2019