w a a d a / p r o m i s e (Bilingual)

Pic : Internet


w a a d a  (Hindi)

har waada
nibhane ke liye
nahin hota,

ye tum
humhe
sikha gaye,

warna hum
to unme
se the,

jo kiye
waadon
ko,

apni rooh
se bhi
zyaada,

ahmiyat
dete
the.

p r o m i s e  (English)

every promise
is not to be kept,

is a lesson
i learnt from you,

when you
left,

otherwise
i was one of those,

who valued
a promise,

more than
his soul.

————–

Vidur
22Aug17

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w o r d s

Pic : Internet, (Edited)

the torn pieces
littered around,

pages
with writings,

written, read,
rejected, and torn,

the wind outside
unable to contain,

it’s secretive role
of the peeping tom,

barges in through
the open window,

to rearrange some bits
of the dried ink,

admonishing the writer
on his wastage of time,

like an old school teacher
pointing mistakes,

at the use
of irrelevant words,

to fill answers
in the provided space,

how difficult can it be
after all,

to align three words
that say it all.

—————-

Vidur
22Aug17

f a a s l e

Pic : Self

na jaane kyun
aksar aisa hota hai,

jab nazaron se door
ho chehra tera,

bandh aankhon mein bhi
chand ki tarah utar jaata hai,

tanhayi ki sazaa
ki to adat si daal li thi,

ab to aawaz do
to yakeen karein,

ke tum hi ho
jo akhir saamne aaye,

warna in aankhon
ko toh bandh rehke bhi,

ab sukoon
aa jata hai.

—————–

Translation of the essence of the words above in English :-

d i s t a n c e s

i don’t know why
but often
it happens
that whenever
i find you beyond
my view,

your face
like the moon
in the sky
seems to
decend over
my closed eyes,

i had gotten used
to the loneliness
of being
without you,

and now,
only if i hear your voice
will i believe that
you are there in front
of me,

otherwise i am content
seeing the image of you
that i so dearly hold
within these
closed eyes.

———–

Vidur
21Aug17

p r i o r i t i e s

Pic : Self

revise me
like the
drafts
you often write,
erase, crumple
and then again
rewrite,

but know,
that
i’ll still,
never be
perfect,
for your
worldly
eyes,

for I’d
rather
remain,
an eysore
of a balm,
to your
aching heart,

than be
a temporary
bolt
of lightening,
that attempts
to tame,
your frivolous
sight.

———-

Vidur
19Aug17

l o v e

Pic : Self

you would know
what love is,

if only you
gave it a chance,

it will
and surely will,

destroy anything
and everything,

that you thought
it was,

till in the abyss
of total loss,

it will hold you
as you are,

and inspite of being
redundant, forsaken,

by those who
put values,

on what another
could be worth,

you’ll be absolutely
invaluable,

to the one
who holds you within,

like the breath
that he takes,

inhaling life
and exhaling with pain,

the chance
that you might,

not return
again.

—————

Vidur
19Aug17

s i b l i n g s … for my sister :)

Pic: Self ‘family’

you are me
as i am you,
justaposed
in different
beings,

which
one rules,
was a battle
often fought 🙂
though
neither
of us,
did ever
win,

for the
beats
within,
dance
to similar
tunes,
and hold us
together,
despite
the tricky
acts,
that unfold
on stage,

our roles
often
applauded,
by the same
audience,
for our
now
obvious,
different
lights,

you remain
my rock,
different
in view,
though cut
from,
the very same
cloth,

i remain
steadfast,
your invisible
anchor,
through
stormy seas,
or thunderous
clouds,

i could
write more,
but no
ink could
state,
this bond
of blood,
that goes
beyond
the colour
red,

to one
that is
seamless,
in it’s
presence,
and
exists
forever,
from
strength
to strength.

————-

Vidur
16Aug17