Cryptic

Pic : Self

I no longer
believe
in cryptic communications,

for I always read more
than was sought
to be said,

now,
I’d rather be hit
with a hammer on the head,

than bleed on the the thorns
deceptively hidden
amongst the roses red.

© vidursahdev 2019

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The City of Ruins

I am
the dead city,
you visit
as a tourist,

my teary ruins,
are your
guide’s
monetary lifeline,

he narrates
diligently,
what was
taught to him,

though
he knows not,
the sounds
the footsteps,

or the brightness
of the lights,
that were
once mine,

In its own
long gone,
and buzzing
lifetime,

my history
was worth,
so much
more,

than what is
told,
in these present
abbreviated times,

but the energy
now gone,
and the pulse
is dead,

Yet, i hold on
dearly,
to these now
falling remnants,

that serve
as a backdrop,
to your pictures
and memories,

for they help me
survive,
my now
lonely nights,

the ruins
you see,
will fall further
with time,

but the grandeur
of the tales,
is destined
to climb,

though those
that i housed,
sleep peacefully
in their graves,

as i continue
my fight,
with an unforgiving
time,

just
to keep,
their
memory alive.

© vidursahdev 2019

Sleep Deprived

There’s a
living ocean,
in
my eyes,

holding
an image,
that i
ceremoniously hide,

but it teases
the peace,
akin the moon
at night,

stirring
the slumber,
making
tides rise,

and even
as i try,
to hold on
tight,

to every
little bit,
of it
and you,

there is
always some,
which does
escape,

leaking out
of the shutters,
that hold them
back,

and i
intentionally
open,
my sleepy eyes,

to push
your image,
to the back
of the mind,

for there
is only so much,
of it
that i can,

now
afford,
to lose
each night.

© vidursahdev 2019

I love you, Sea

Pic : Self

I sit
contentedly,
watching you,

as you send
wave after wave,
to push me back,

I own no land,
and I own
no sands,

but you,
the owner
of the waves,

your shields
or your angels
to distract,

I remain undeterred,
unflinching
in my resolve,

for there is
nowhere else
I want to be,

and
nowehere else
I’d rather be,

than sit
at your shore,
with you in my eyes,

waiting,
for this day
to end,

waiting,
for you
to lose control,

as your waves
become,
an engulfing tide,

leaving you,
with
no other option,

but to let
your own
warriors of the night,

pull me slowly,
deep deep
inside.

© vidursahdev 2019

The Smiling Liar

i do not
need words
to lie to
the world,

a silent
smile,
is often
enough,

to leave
them with
an empty
space,

which
they can
happily
fill,

with
the voices
of their
own thoughts,

believing
in the vacuum
of my unanswering
silence,

their own
held
perceptions
to be true,

and
a victorious
quiz winner
they walk away,

irrespective
of the answer
the smile
conveyed.

© vidursahdev 2019