Musings – ‘l o v e’

Pic : Self

the
problem
with love,

is that it takes
one
to love,

but two
to make
a story,

and
without
the story,

it just
never feels
complete.

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Vidur
30Aug17

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love for sale

Pic: Self

saw a sign,
maybe a sign
of the times,

seemed rather
hurriedly
written,

in desperately
scribbled
but legible letters,

“love for sale –
ex-spouse holds
a grouse,

needs money
to prove
my real worth,

love seems
to have lost
it’s shine,

the greens rule
in this often
misty world,

need to pay
the debt
of a partnership,

originally entered
for the entirety
of life,

misconstrued
as a monetary deal
by seemingly all,

a marriage that was
but now
apparently over,

need to encash
my only
real treasure,

that
surprisingly
seems,

to have
little value
for most,

buy me for love
for that is all
i am worth”

—————

Vidur
26Aug17

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 a s t

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They say-
good guys
finish last,
and maybe
with the rules
of the game
that exist,
the sanctity
of their saying
will probably,
always be
maintained.

Quiz them losers
on the why,
and they
sill wouldn’t
have a clue,
for that’s
how they
really are,
and wouldn’t
the world
be a madder race,
if for the kill
they too were
in the fray.

Only them
who know,
can really tell,
the often
unsung tales
of these lasting
tail ends,
when they
eventually crack
their own
tortoise shells,
to protect, love
and to hold,
and fill in
the cracks
of another’s,
callously
broken
heart.

——————–

Vidur
15Jan17

e n t w i n e

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Artist: Unknown

 

Set free
of erstwhile
encircling binds
two vines
lost in this
newfound freedom
now engaged
in a arduous
and somewhat
tedious climb

Finding
each other
on the
crest of
the fence
a moment
of rapture
followed by
a sweet
dull pain

Each day
waiting
for the sun
to come out
shine
its potent rays
till their
outstretched
hands can touch
and fingers entwine .

———————

Vidur
13Nov16

State of Slumber

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Let me be
in this external
state of slumber
where the vision searches
for something
buried deeper
like a root inside,
Don’t let the stillness
of what you see
deceive your eyes
there is a silent rumble
building a beat,
beyond the realms
of measurable matter
awakening the spirit
to a new beginning,
Like a dormant tree
with all its branches
chopped off
waiting for the rain
to kiss it awake,
And in the moment
when that happens
the new shoots
spring out like magic
from somewhere within
rejuvenated and sprightly
into the outer light.
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Vidur
20Aug16

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