a u t u m n

Pic: Pinterest

reminders
of my existence,

still lying
as i left them around,

in words
i came alive,

in words
i sang my world,

my story
now left behind,

on paper
that gave refuge,

did i try to build
a monument,

or was it just water
that needed to flow,

was it an attempt
to preach,

or was it the need
to unlock my own doors,

did i
play with words,

or did my emotions
play me,

does it even
really matter,

when one’s time
is done,

reminders of my
existence,

will someday
fade like me,

pages scattered
like leaves,

as autumn
embraces me.

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Vidur
10Oct 17

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s a l t

the eyes
could seldom
find you,

when they
needed that sight
the most,

as i learnt
in the silliness
of my madness,

that you
were that grain
of salt,

which enhanced
the flavour
of existence,

from a touch
to the taste
of love,

from music
to the intoxication
of the narcissus,

in the water
that oft
cleared the vision,

you were
that mighty salt
to my world.

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Vidur
30Sep17

r e g r e t s

Pic:Self

At the end,
the only
achievement,
i sleep with
tonight,
is that
i finally
seem,
to hold
no regrets,

Did what
i could do,
for those
that i love,
learnt through
the lessons,
of a varied life,
to become the self,
that could
bring me a smile,

Said honestly,
everything,
i had to say,
wrote down all
my pending
heart’s contents,
that for
various reasons,
had still
remained unsaid,

Believing in
the universal hope,
as all us
writers do,
that someday
our words,
would
as earnestly
be read,

Managed
to free myself,
from the
superficial
limitations,
imposed by
illogical norms,
against which
i had always
inherently rebelled,

I write
this also,
as a
reminder
to myself,
that tomorrow,
might bring
its own pieces,
to complicate
the puzzle,

But tonight
i collapse
with a
clean slate
of sorts,
with
no grudges
no secrets
no holds
no bars,

What
tomorrow
begets
is tomorrow’s
choice,
but
tonight
i sleep,
with no
regrets.

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Vidur
09Sep17

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

f a l l i n g

dropping
from the sky
the raindrop
wonders,
if its about
the ride
or the end
that really
matters,

neither
was his
existence
his plan,
neither does
he know
any whereabouts
of where
he’ll land,

so he looks
around
at the rest
as they
also fall,
unsure
participants
in a shared
journey,

some headed
to be sucked up,
by the thirsty
devouring earth,
some to be
liberated,
by existing
bodies of
already fallen
hallowed waters,

there is
comfort
in numbers,
as the ends
seem nearer,
and the clouds
thundering –
that karma
does matter,
really doesn’t add
a tangible solution,
to the
questions
that still remain
unanswered.

——————

Vidur
24Apr17