Toxic

You
should’ve run
when
i told you to,

for i am toxic
in ways
you don’t
even know,

i am the dark
and light
of all colours
human,

i don’t care
for your heart
but i can
pierce your soul,

i am
a master of stealth
and a seeker
of depth,

and once
i enter
only deeper
i know to go,

you’ll try
to weed me out
but helplessly fail
each time,

your prescriptions
of no avail
and those therapies
too stale,

for i won’t
play your heart
but in your soul
that i’ll thrive,

shrug me off
as much
but once there
i won’t come off,

i’ll spread
like a ruthless wildfire
but without
any shame,

like evergreen ivy
growing uninvited
in every crack
deep or dark,

i can exist
beyond my own existence
and make
my home in yours,

you should’ve run
when i told you to
but i guess
that time is gone,

so come closer
my dear
with one kiss
let me in,

the toxin seeks you,
and for you
there really isn’t
any other way out.

© vidursahdev 2019

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Another Rainy Day

Pic : Self

The mistiness
in the air,
just after
fresh rain,

with the earth
somewhat
satiated,
yet longing
for more,

the clouds
still recovering,
wondering
if more
they could give,

triggering memories
of the little dew drops,
that would slowly,
form on
your skin.

© vidursahdev 2019

Red Red Wine

Pic : Self

i hand you
a tissue,
and in that
moment
of clumsy
confusion,
it seems
the best
i can do,

and
as you
combatively
attack,
the lethal
red wine
drops,
on the battlefield
of your
precious
white top,

i sheepishly
wonder,
if
the spontaneous
adolescent
kiss,
could have
maybe
waited,

till that
sultry
bordeaux
had drowned,
beyond
the inviting
precincts
of your
mouth.

© vidursahdev 2019

A poet’s heart

i too
weave webs
like spiders
do,

but mine
are not
meant
to entangle you,

more like
hammocks
that sway
with the winds,

raw ropes
knotted
with cumulative
experiences,

So come
rest a while
and share
my world,

mingle
with me
through
my words,

see
what you see
for i’ve nothing
new to show,

but i see
what i’ve seen
and
i weave them so,

what exists
exists
as
it always will,

i can
neither add
nor
reduce what is,

but a break
i offer
from what
you think,

to see
what you see
in what i
have seen,

and tempt
you to tell me
what i might
have missed.

© vidursahdev 2019

Conversations with a Leaf

Pic: Self

I take
and take
and take,
from the soil
the sun
and the air,

for that’s all
I seem to do,
and my intricate
veins shine
with these
selfish gains,

but I’ve heard
whispers
in the winds,
that there
is something
I give back too,

though
it seems invisible
to all visible eyes,
and so its value
forever
undefined,

a happy thought
nevertheless,
which abundantly
cheers me,
in these
yellow times,

for taking
more and more,
throughout
from others,
was what I thought
I only did,

and it’s
redeeming
to know,
of the existence
of a
possibility,

wherein
inspite
of my little,
inconspicuous existence,
I too had
something to give.

© vidursahdev 2019

Musings: Destiny/Taqdeer

Pic : Self

Door kya hoga
tu mujhse ab,

taqdeer ko hi
jab mitaa diya maine,

basa liya hai
tujhe wahan,

jahan maut bhi ab
kuch bebas si hai.

English version:

Nothing
can separate
you
from me,
for i have
rewritten
that Destiny’s page,

made you
a home
within
that part of me,
where death too
can only
enter once.

© vidursahdev 2019