VerseInEmotion

Pic : Self

Words form
uncanny
verses,

as icicles
of emotions
thawed by life,

drip down
slowly
drop by drop,

some impatiently
break
rush and fall,

to pierce
the paper
waiting beneath,

some gently
linger
longer,

like lazy
morning
silvery dew,

stories told
without
the selling,

memories poured
without
much telling,

the mask
unmasked
without regrets,

thoughts shared
without
prejudice,

my circle complete
when it ends
with you,

i write my heart
my heart
is you.

© vidursahdev 2018

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Imbalance

Pic : Self

My imbalances
define me,

tipping sides
one by one,

equilibrium
a state of science,

easily stated
and easily defined,

the human me
constantly cajoled,

by illogical senses
distributed randomly,

on the two
ends of the plank,

awakening
and sleeping,

with total ignorance
to any clock,

while the soul
a fulcrum in the middle,

the captive
of imbalanced weights,

that define
the see-saw life.

© vidursahdev 2018

Pehchaan / Identity

Pic : Self

mujhe kya pata
main kaun hoon,

ek waqt tha
jab chalta tha,
hatheli pe apna pata
khud likh kar,

jab bhi kho jaane
ka darr hota tha,
hatheli ko khol ke
padh leta tha,

phir mausam badla
baarish ne nyota diya,
main bhi chal padha
banjaara ban kar,

bheeg to gaya
bhool kar duniya ko,
par jab hatheli kholi
to koi pata na tha.

Translation in English:

How do I know who I am….

for there was a time, when I used to roam with my world ky address, written on the palms, and whenever I feared getting lost, all I had to do, was open and read my palm,

then one day, as the weather changed, the rains sent me a cordial invite, and I accepted it, from the depths of my vagabond heart,

I forgot the whole world as I danced in it’s pure cleansing downpour, but when I opened my palm, the written identity had washed away and erased.

Alive

Pic : Self

funny
isn’t it,
awake
or asleep,
i am still
called,
by them
alive,

i guess
feelings,
and
senses,
of love
pleasure
joy
and pain,

don’t
really
contribute
much,
to scientific
definitions
of living
life,

so i fight
to keep
my eyes open,
even when
sleep
attempts,
to cast
it’s shadows,

just to feel
the breeze
and see
the moon,
holding on
till the ship
eventually
sinks,

playing with
memories,
both good
and bad,
the past
owned,
and the future
unknown,

sometimes
a tear,
and sometimes
a smile,
is what
beyond definitions,
makes
me feel alive.

© vidursahdev 2018

Games

Pic : Self

Sometimes
when I am bored
with this world,

I play
my own version
of russian roulette,

load all the blanks
with my worst
memories held,

point the gun
at the
judgemental mind,

pull the trigger
letting them hit it
one by one,

each exploding
with it’s own
particular bang,

but each leaving
the after taste
of a lesson learnt,

and the days
I can consciously count
all six as such,

I end the game
with a victorious
smile.

© vidursahdev 2018