c h a r a c t e r l e s s

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Characterless
is what you are
playing games
taking advantage
of the innocent
clueless, aimless
trusting clouds,
lurking shadowless
touching, feeling
everything falling
in your spontaneous
whimsical path,
rooted, unrooted
willing, unwilling
you unabashedly
target them all,
if you had a face
it would be pasted
with a tag of ‘wanted’
on every visible wall,
but you are the wind
no shackles of bondage
could ever hold you
and someday
when I grow up,
I too want to be
that inherent
part of you.

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Vidur
01Jan17

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r e s o l u t i o n s

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Last year’s realisations
This year’s resolutions
Resolves to improve
In facets identified
By the incessant
Incorruptible
Voice within.

Compulsorily heard
Some followed
Some ignored
For lessons
To be repeated
Till necessity
Takes over
The mantle
Of bringing in
The needed
Change.

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Vidur
01Jan17

s u n s h i n e

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Be You
in all the ways
you can
there must
be a reason
apart from a great
sense of humour
that his chisle
put all those
crazy nooks
the way it has.

Of course
I laugh
every time
I see you,
your mirror
and me
both have a pact
on that,
he must
have been
in a real hurry
to do a
stupendous job
like that.

But before
the year ends
let a secret be told
we both know
the real rush
he had,
it was us
who needed you
to be
this you
in all the
colors you have.

And we laugh
for we know
the need
you fulfill
was never
a priority
you’d choose,
but it is ours
to secretly mine,
so you, be you
and let us bask
through this
long winter
in your
secretly adored
wondrous sunshine.

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Vidur
30Dec16

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t r u s t

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In the midst
of an existence,
clouded by
a logic,
propagated
by an illogical
world,
I can’t help
but feel
embarrassed,
as the the
little bird,
looks at me,
picks up the
piece .
of offered bread,
still untrusting
of the motives,
it has learned
to know.

Fluttering away,
with its meal
held tight,
between the
secure folds
of its beak,
the look
of a thief,
teasing my
form,
but connecting
with the soul,
and I break out
into a smile,
for how far
have we
traveled now,
that even
those that
really fly free,
doubt the intentions
of those,
that only claim
to be.

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Vidur
29Dec16

g r a t i t u d e

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Rummaging
randomly
through the bin
labeled
loudly
two zero
one six,
as it
impatiently waits
to be crowned
with the
ceremonial
‘in the past’
lid.

Wondering
how much
of what
was
is now
on its way
out,
and as the hands
slowly
pull out
the eyes
fall
on what is
left behind.

Gratitude
can seldom
be expressed
by words
which refuse
to find form
within,
for what
still remains
abounds
inspite of
all that
which
didn’t.

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Vidur
28Dec16

a l i v e

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Like a flood
it flowed
into the
coveted spaces,
made vulnerable
by currents
flowing through
the veins,
fires lit
by matches
unboxed
unwrapped
uninhibited
but sure,
consuming
the waters
of untamed
rivers,
rising
and falling
like tides
pulled by
the divinity
of the moon,
reuniting
in volcanic
tremors
two lost
alive
invisible souls.

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Vidur
26Dec16

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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