w o r d s

Words written
With careless heed
To warnings of
Withholding norms
Now lie dying
As aging ink
Seeps into
Dried paper veins

All meanings lost
For you read not
What was bared
In black and white
Strike a match
Put them to rest
A different light
Than that deserved

Watch them burn
Till the white
Is all gone
And
What remains
Is just
Meaningless
Black dust

Till ashes
I remain
Was the solemn
Promise made
Let me not
Be the one
Who eventually did
Betray those words.

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Vidur
09Mar17

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Musings – ‘l o v e’

© Vidur Sahdev 2017

And love is –
falling into an abyss
together,
holding hands,
smiling
at each other
knowing
of the uncertain
end,

but still smiling
still holding
each other’s eyes
and in that moment
everything
is stationary
still
peaceful
real
meaningful
soulful
eternal,

till eternity.

–————

© Vidur Sahdev 2017

r a n d o m

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Pic: Pinterest

 

It is only when I see
the beauty
in the randomness
of this creation
that I believe
their exists
a secret plan
in this
random existence
of you and me,

the stars at night
aren’t made to align
in boring
straight lines
as they cheer
the random striptease
of the clothed
in shadows
moon at night,

the rivers meander
with snakelike charm
taking random
unbounded paths
till they meet
their invisible
destined ends
into a sea,

clouds don’t fit
the boxes we make
their variations
in curves, colors
and moods, random
natures blessings
to an otherwise
big, bland
blue sky,

the trees that grow
even from fallen
twin seeds
randomly differ
not just
in their branches
but in
their skyward
leanings too,

and so it goes
that you and I
treading random paths
in the now that is
may fit or not
a definitions
of ‘us’
in this very
existing now,

But somewhere ahead
there probably is
a randomly good
reason to it.

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Vidur
08Mar17

U n t i t l e d  (is also a title)

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pic : Aron Louis Cohen, Untitled

one by one
at the library
she sorted them out
titles, authors, genres
till she found one with none
puzzled, opened to sneak a peek
and the scribbled untidy preface read –

‘I am a story not yet complete
add your ink
where ever you think just
my words are mine
but yours
to complete this saga
are as much a must,

I am not a philosophy to preach
for time has ensured
that with each page
which was turned
a new perspective
irrespective of choice
had to be learnt,

I am not a continuous journey
for the pages
of my past that you read
might not connect
to the scenarios present
on the opened page
that you hold,

I am neither art nor literature
the colors of my purpose
are invisible to most
the thoughts in my words
often seem as aimless
as the rays
of the lonely sun,

I am not a tale of romance or love
for there are pages
you’ll find missing
which lacked enough
of either
and were torn
to paste onto others,

But I am not just another book
open me, read me
even write on me
and on some
half written page
you will probably
completely find me,

I am neither my story nor am I yours
I am just a disjointed tale
of one of the rays
that some found
too blinding to see
and then some
that couldn’t
get enough of.’

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Vidur
07Mar17

o n w a r d

Calling me
Unknown roads

Don’t look back
Signs telling me

The sun shone then
It shines ahead too

Continuing night conversations
The moon promises me

No rear view mirrors
Built on my crown

I step ahead
The wind takes my hand

Eyes no longer soaked
The journey must continue

Visions lost
Were never destinations

Life goes on
The heart needs to experience more.

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Vidur
05Mar17

M o m e n t s

Photo : Eagle Moment : self

Moments
Like
A breath
Inhaled
Held deep
Cherished
Extended,

Oxygen
Extracted
Greedily
From
Every
Bit
Possible,

Till
The
Last
Eventual
Suffocating
Second
Can hold,

Exhaled as
A relief
A pain
Not knowing
If it will
Ever
Repeat,

But the
Next so
Immaterial
To
The one
Lived
now.

The
Extractions
Kept
As a
Precious
Timeless
Memory,

What goes
Is gone
What stays
Is unknown
The experienced
Is all
That I
Will ever
Own.

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Vidur
04Mar17