Release

Pic : Self

a captive
of redundant
memories,

i trudged
along
the repetitive path,

till stillness
was all the
movement,

that my
tired feet
could impart,

released
the accumulated
burden,

of the collected
ashes
and scars,

and now
i chug along
happily,

a whistling
rogue
steam engine,

looking forward
to a new journey
off the beaten path.

© vidursahdev 2018

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Deception

Pic : Self

You lead me
through a path,

i did not
intend to tread on,

the deeper
we go in,

the more
you lose,

your own
whereabouts,

You have
no clue,

but you
hope,

somewhere
soon,

I’ll trip
and fall.

I did
infact,

trip
and fall,

a long
time ago,

on this
very path,

that you
so confidently,

lead me through
now,

Not knowing
that each stone,

that you
hope on,

for me
to falter on,

has drunk
my tears,

far more
times,

to be
that stone,

that would
want to,

again
see me down.

© vidursahdev 2018

n o s t a l g i c

Pic : Self

nostalgia
creeps,
like
dew drops
on leaves,

invisibly
at first,
and then
forming
a tear,

this winter’s eve,
me looking down
the street,
still empty
and oh so bare,

memories rush
like a teasing breeze,
through
those now
poor laden leaves,

but there’s still
no sign,
of you
anywhere.

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Vidur
29Nov17