note to self

Pic: Self

all said
and done

in the end
it’s always

ashes
to ashes

and dust
to dust,

i was
as i am

never more
yet never less,

no regrets
to carry

none left
to flush.

———–

Vidur
09Dec17

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unexplained disappearances

Pic : Self

and if i were
to die
as one day
i will,
a day
before
my declared
farewell post,

know,
it would
have been
dedicated
to you,
my brethren of
kindered
poetic souls,

though words
unwritten
on paper with ink,
but intentioned
deeply,
on this heart’s
unpublished
parting note,

goodbyes
are good
when ‘hellos’
are assured,
but names
and identies
will be lost
in time,

i hope
my words
will chime again,
on a different day
in a different age,
and you
and i
shall be friends again.

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27Nov17  

  …though supposed to be undated

f r e e 

Pic : Self

trains
run on rails,
laid out to reach
predetermined
destinations,

fulfilling the
the needs of many,
who travel
in the same
directions,

but you and i
are souls
that needn’t
be bound in
compartments,

we can aim
for our own
growth goals,
divergent
as they are,

and yet travel
together
knowingly ignoring
the human disguises
that we by birth wear.

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Vidur
23Nov17

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 crosshairs,

so why
be surprised,
at the
striped
barrel,

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

——————–

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.

———————

Vidur
26Jun17