Heartsong

Pic : Self

tell me
a song
you sing,

a song
that makes
you smile,

tell me
the secrets
it holds,

the meanings
no one else
knows,

tell me
amongst
the verses,

the words
that bring
you alive,

I tried,
could never
write that song,

so tell me
and I will
sing it along.

© vidursahdev 2018

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Life

abrupt endings
and incomplete
dreams,

what could
have happened
but what didn’t,

alternate paths
and random
crossroads,

which one
to follow
which one to ignore,

a choice to make
or to go with
the flow,

a test of convictions
or a gratitudinal
acceptance,

material success
or a mind
at peace,

contradictions abound
in decisions
of need,

in goals of wants
sought to be
achieved,

and amidst
this chaos
of thinking brains,

the snail crawls
without
a care,

almost fluid
in its little
existence,

unafraid of time
being faster
than its stride,

living at its
own pace
its temporary life.

© vidursahdev 2018

Uninked Thoughts

Pic : Internet

Take a dip,
into my
thoughts,

for there are those,
that’ll never
find ink,

bathe
in the clouds
of unsaid emotions,

that relentlessly
continue
to hoard,

the effervescent drops,
of your undiluted
essence,

and
the next time
you’ll understand,

the secret language
of those
innocuous raindrops,

that long
to enter
again and again,

but crash
and die
silently,

against your
curtained
windowpane.

© vidursahdev 2018

Poetry

Pic : Self

When the
stormy clouds
of your normally
peaceful mind,
hold more weight
than they can
retain,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain,

when the
continuing silence
of your own voice,
goes beyond
the realms
of what the heart
can contain,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain,

when the
expanse of love
is a sea within,
seeking it’s share
of reciprocation
from the universe’s
expanse,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain,

when the insides
are scorched
by a relentless drought,
and the fumes
of the vaporous soul
are too much
to bear,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain.

© vidursahdev 2018

Tiptoeing

Pic : Self

controlled
interactions,

caused by
long gone pasts,

perceived scars
still guiding,

conditioning
the present,

to circumvent
the risks,

of the deep
ravines,

where only
two,

together
can fall,

and destiny
waits,

somewhat
impatiently,

with its
invisible arms,

for their eyes
to meet,

and their feet
to trip,

so it can
carry them to,

a higher
ground.

© vidursahadev 2018