s o m e t i m e s …

Pic : Internet

sometimes when
the adolescent
hurricane
of emotions within,

manages
out of habit
to bypass
the editor brain,

the words
that streak out
from this old
freed heart,

seldom find
the coherence
of meaning
or language,

dropping
and popping out
like the coins
from a slot machine,

ignoring
the bewildered eyes
that grow larger
with every clink,

but unable
to stop
till its all
poured out.

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Vidur
10Nov17

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d e c e p t i o n s

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deceptions
by your own
are often
the worst kinds,

you follow them
on trust
and they trip
you each time,

i was told
long ago
to abide
only my eyes,

yet now,
they are the ones
that knowingly
tell me lies,

showing me
reflections,
of you
in every face,

conjuring up
presences,
where none
exists,

these cheating eyes,
though
of a different
kind,

so often
i think,
of parting
ways,

but they promise
honesty,
tearfully
everyday,

i could just
shut them off
for their
obvious crime,

but these eyes,
i know,
do have
a heart too.

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Vidur
06Nov17

Library Tales

Pic Credit: Anne Ruthmann Photograghy

The books
that lie unnoticed
on the shelves
in the corners,

the ones
which were once picked
half read
then left,

holding tales
of passion
love
and despair,

filled in plenty
with strength
courage
and dignity,

amongst
the pages
never opened
and still unread,

Eyes searching
for bestsellers
will never know
their worth,

for they hide
their epics secure
within
their unpretentious covers,

marketing
for attention
was never
ever their endeavour,

the books
that lie
in a patient
wait,

for hands
with courage
and a depth
of mind,

that can be trusted
to open the pages
and read beyond
those already read,

for those
are the books
that can hold
you engrossed forever,

but will need
your remaining
lifetime
to be fairly read.

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Vidur
31Oct17