r a n d o m

Pic : Self

Funnily,
i know,
peoole
will miss
me,
when
i am
gone,

sadly,
it’ll
still
be,
their gain,
and
like
always,

my
loss.

———

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

l i g h t s

Pic : Stolen from a friend!

it still is
a wonderful
memory,
that i
hold dear,
somewhere
in the counting
of my blessings,
and know
that i
always will,

when the sun
had set,
and the lights
of the world,
one by one
were
switched off,
to my
desperately
searching
eyes,

the night
when even
the moon
and stars,
chose
to hide
behind,
the unexpectedly
biased
clouds,

a match
you struck,
a flame
you lit,
a lamp
of light,
a hand
which held
no prejudice
within,

and i learnt
the meaning,
the value
of friendship,
and that
it alone,
on its own,
can rise
beyond,
any defined
limits.

————–

Vidur
16Aug17

e c l i p s e d

Pic : Self

it is a strange
sense of humour,
that He expects me
to appreciate everyday,

fills traces of you
in everything visible
to these
senses,

and yet continues
to hide you from view
like the moon
on an eclipse day.

————–

Vidur
15Aug17

c h a n g e

Pic : Self

you could
wash me
in the most
stringent
detergent,
that claims
to give
the acclaimed
starkest
white,

but it’s
not my colour
that you really
seek to
change,
and no wash
can change
the weave
of my
essence,

for that
I hold onto
with all
my
might.

————-

Vidur
13Aug17

catch me, if you can

Pic : Internet

nobody
catches
a falling
star,
they see
and wish on it
their troubles
away,

maybe
it does oblige
and take
their weight away,
for those who fall
seldom wish
the same
on others,

the sky however
remains as
bejeweled
as ever,
the eyes
go back
to what can
be beheld,

but nobody
catches
a falling
star.

————

Vidur
12Aug17