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

l i f e

pic: self

counting
back,

a long
life,

pictures
flash,

visons of
highlights,

a soaked
sponge,

a gentle
squeeze,

drops
fall,

of moments
lived,

inside
and outside,

assess
the trail,

of the
liquid flow,

some
missed,

from being
more,

some
evaporated,

after being
there,

all in all
a curious mix,

of you
and me,

and the
rest of us,

did the world
shrink,

or did the soul
grow,

in the
end,

you lived
yours,

i lived
mine.

————

Vidur
20Apr17

Save

w i s h e s

Pic : Self

on a
dark dark
night,

footsteps
that seemed
lost,

wished
for a magical
starlight,

who knew
in the
shadowless black,

hid
invisible
eavesdropping ears,

and a face
that had
secretly smiled,

for
down
many roads later,

on an
even darker
night,

when
all wishes
had run out,

she herself
showed up
to be a friend, and guide.

——————-

Vidur
11Apr17

s u g a r c a n e

pic: internet/google images

it grew
tall,

upright and
straight,

aiming
for the sun,

a single
stalk,

till cut down
by a sickle,

lying horizontal
on the muddy ground,

crushed between
ruthless metal,

till all essence
extracted,

the sweetnes would
have dried,

uselessly wasted,

now a pinch
of its dried life,

is the sugar
of yours.

————-

Vidur
10Apr17

s e r e n d i p i t y

Photo: Self, 2017

I know now
that you exist
the perfect creation
to the abstractions
of my mind,

and it dispels
the clouds of doubt
suffered for long
by the heart
and the soul,

time
took its toll
and a life
almost went by
searching in vain,

but at least
I know now
that the palette
which gave you
your colors,

was the same
that gave me mine.

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© Vidur Sahdev 2017