s a l t

i write
in
words
to
entertain,

the flow
somehow
seems
to dilute
the pain,

don’t
judge me
by the
smiles
i fake,

there is
a river
which flows
beneath these
caves,

the sea
wasn’t
supposed
to be salty
at all,

these
waters
were never
meant to
meet and merge.

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Vidur
30Jun17

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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

w a v e s

Pic: Self

your hear them
crying out every
night,

reaching out
in desperation
beyond their ground,

surging, rising
pushing
their bounds,

at the sight
of their beloved
calling to them,

the yearning deeper
than the oceans
can withhold within,

only to crash
against
emotionless boulders,

repeated attempts
but all
in vain,

and i wonder
if there was a time
that was,

when these waters
belonged to those
empty craters afar,

till the big
bully earth
stole each drop away,

from the poor little moon
that still
searches for them.

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Vidur
28Jun17

s h e l l s

Pic: Self

there is a strange comfort
in receding into your shell
when the cummulative externals
challenge your insides,

the darkness seems
so much brighter
than the brightest existing
external sunshine,

the seeming inaction
of a tired body
is secretly taken over
by a hyperactive mind,

the temporary chosen silence
of an apparent self defeat
is often consciously made
to focus on the noise within,

the shell may seem dead
to the life existing outside
but hides a storm
that needs to be dealt inside,

dont judge the bud by what
you can’t see with your eyes
every blossom that blooms
does so in its own requisite time.

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Vidur
26Jun17