r a n d o m 

Pic : Self

Funnily,
i know,
people
will miss
me,
when
i am
gone,

sadly,
it’ll
still
be,
their gain,
and
like
always,

my
loss.

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Vidur
19Aug17

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n a t u r e s

Pic: Internet

amongst
friends
family
and
lovers,

characters
imprinted
deep,
seldom change
in life,

the stripes
we learn
to decipher,
and
read well,

throughout
the life,
of that
unique
relationship,

remain
their inherent
strength,
or weakness
imbibed,

an individual
that wields,
an unemotional
selfish
gun,

is programmed
to shoot
impulsively,
at what appears
at the cosshairs,

so why
be surprised,
at the
striped
barrel,

that in its
own accepted nature,
today
points at the space
between your eyes.

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Vidur
03Aug17

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

e n g l i s h

it is not
my first
language
you see,

but I still
choose
to write
in it,

for how else
could I have had
this wonderful
chance,

to discuss
the vagaries
of life
with you,

the risks
involved
in interpretation
abound,

but I’d rather
take them
with a
pich of salt,

than miss out
on this
linguistic
opportunity,

in the hope
of getting
to know
you too.

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Vidur
14Jun17

t i m e

Photo: Self

I don’t own
the wheel
of time

It turns
at a pace
beyond control

Words I have
I spread them
like open cards

Nothing hidden
for there is
nothing to hide

Perceptions held
are not for me
to change

The cards you hold
are yours
to call

Time
will tell
the winning hand

Colored truths
wait for
the clock to toll

Heavenly rains
to wash
the coatings away

Lay bare
the threads
in open view

To mirror
the words
I had often said.

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Vidur
16Mar17

s e a r c h

Photo : self

Search search search
For happiness we all do
And so many definitions
For finding it I have found,

Wise men, rich men
The famous, the attained
All had words of wisdom
To share on its abode,

Irrespective of the platforms
That they had acieved
From where on then
They all sought to preach,

On their deathbeds
As they lay enlightened
Inspite of all differences
They always seemed to agree,

‘Stop searching outwards
For what really exists within
Everything is not necessary
To have had or to have owned’,

So do what you thought
You should have done
Before the games and scores
On you took their toll,

Say what you had wanted
Send the message you typed
Which your own mortal fears
Made you put on a permanent hold,

Check the mirror in front then
Reflecting your smiling self
And know that in that moment
Happiness, was what you had.

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Vidur
15Mar17