s n a i l s p e a k

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i see you
little snail
and i hear you say,

move
but why
speed away,

believe it or not
time will still
beat you to it,

carry your
burdens
but make them light,

a home is a shelter
for the body
and the soul,

build it
to your need
not for want or greed,

each blade
of grass
is worth a caress,

those that soften
your path
are a blessing to count,

sticking my neck out
is a known
vulnerability,

just as much
as the heart
on your sleeve,

but both are essential
to experience
the world around,

tears are like raindrops
unpredictable
as the clouds,

but sunshine
is the horse
i always bet on.

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Vidur
02Jul17

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s p i l t

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contained
i lay peacefully,

in a container
externally defined,

spilt carelessly
by a bump of time,

i thought i had
fallen for sure,

only to rediscover
the latent inherent flow,

as i seeped slowly
into the earth’s darkness,

to find
my roots again,

and someday
to the top of the tree,

i know
i will surely rise.

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Vidur
01Jul17

s e a m s t r e s s

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Pic: Self

you pretend
to be powerless,

yet you bind me
at the seams,

each thread
you weave,

always keeping me
within your reach,

my yearning
to break away,

you know
is more an act than intent,

for you hold me together
at the depths,

where none else
could ever reach,

and maybe
that is why,

each night
you seem to mock,

the rebellious tides
of my waves.

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Vidur
30Jun17

h e a r t

Pic: Self

no rent
I charge
for your
stay here,

one room
I have
so only one
at a time,

no doors
no locks
your will
will reign,

the story
of my past
hangs visible
on a frame,

if you
feel the need
to share
yours,

press
the ringer once
and I’ll be
there,

the ‘vacancy’
sign
that hangs
outside,

reads
‘home’
if you turn it
around,

and if ever
you feel sure
to want
to stay forever,

you are free
to change
what’s visible
on that display.

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Vidur
30Jun17

s l e e p l e s s

Pic: Self

the night
opens
doorways,
that the day
manages
to hide,

there is something
about it’s silence,
which attracts
forgotten noises,
to resurface
from their coffined sites,

battle cries
of yesteryears,
often seem
to echo,
with a refreshed
and renewed might,

caught unprepared
you wait,
while
your own thoughts
wage
a war inside,

the only reprieve
you seek,
is that elusive
dreamless sleep,
sometimes it obliges
often it just hides.

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Vidur
29Jun17