s c a t t e r e d

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All those
silly rhymes,
concocted
like a
magic potion,
just to
impress you,
Ink pumped
by a heart,
bored of its
monotonous
thankless job.

Sheets filled,
with honest
confessions,
in hopes of
imagined
reciprocations,
now randomly
lying strewn,
The wind
turned deceiver,
had promised
in a moment
of solidarity –
to carry them
all to you.

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Vidur
24Dec16

 

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b l o o m

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They said
love was
a bouquet
of flowers.

Some chose,
between
those that
lie in a vase,
the days
they live,
fragrant
and real

Others,
the ones
that last
a lifetime,
bereft of
life
fragrance
and feel.

And I
wondered-
if love really
was just that,
I’d walk you,
daily
to the garden,
where the
real ones
bloom.

———–

Vidur
23Dec16

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this one for all of you

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icy fingers
spilling words
on a
lonesome screen
waiting
to be read
jumping
to be heard
connections
to hearts
that beat
under scattered
varied lights

I may be far
but
your words
in this
winter chill
bring me
the shared
warmth
of your
own
internal
light.

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22Dec16

 

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g a r b s

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tender skin
born without
a flaw
the passage of time
its vulnerabilities
exposed
scratched surfaces
artificially perfected
the smallest cuts
covered with tape

the clock completes
a circle of life
time to peel
rediscover
the self
a finger quivers
as it slowly pulls
the sticky cover
over the wound
that never was

pain is sweet
even in those
infinitely
stretched moments
that it lasts
as you
bit by bit succeed
in removing
the worldly conditioned
artificial garb.

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Vidur
21Dec16

 

d a f f o d i l

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Words in praise
sung and said
and written oft
by those that saw –

the sunlight kiss
its sunny heart
the wind engulf
its tender arms
the frequent visits
from flirtatious bees
an occasional brush
of a butterfly’s touch
blessed dew drops
lazing on its skin
fragrant and alive
an effervescent smile

mine too, uninked
mirror the same
the inspiration though
is not the flower.

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Vidur
20Dec16

 

w i n g s

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Photograph by Andrew Bould

 

born a blob
stuck on a leaf
instinctive feeding
tastes of the world
insatiable appetites
confused needs
wants and greed
limits eventually
someday reached
time supreme
now back into
an aging cocoon
reminiscing experiences
evaluating growth
missed opportunities
achieved goals
an inevitable wait
for the shell
to crack,
the karmic wings
then to spread
an emergence
a rebirth,
imminent flights
of a different kind
some saw a butterfly
and some a soul.

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Vidur
19Dec16

 

 

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c h a n g e

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Remnants of a wall
broken and cracked
plaster peeling
inners exposed
bit by bit
slowly falling
mixing with
the earthly dust
stories held
of a bygone era
slowly released
to the winds
of time
never again
to be retold.

And the bird
on its perch
quietly observes
as the machines
of destruction
menacingly approach
and the penchant
Architect
deep in concentration
unfolds a plan
where the old
is gone
and foundations
of a new story
await to be sown.

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Vidur
15Dec16