Life

abrupt endings
and incomplete
dreams,

what could
have happened
but what didn’t,

alternate paths
and random
crossroads,

which one
to follow
which one to ignore,

a choice to make
or to go with
the flow,

a test of convictions
or a gratitudinal
acceptance,

material success
or a mind
at peace,

contradictions abound
in decisions
of need,

in goals of wants
sought to be
achieved,

and amidst
this chaos
of thinking brains,

the snail crawls
without
a care,

almost fluid
in its little
existence,

unafraid of time
being faster
than its stride,

living at its
own pace
its temporary life.

© vidursahdev 2018

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Uninked Thoughts

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Take a dip,
into my
thoughts,

for there are those,
that’ll never
find ink,

bathe
in the clouds
of unsaid emotions,

that relentlessly
continue
to hoard,

the effervescent drops,
of your undiluted
essence,

and
the next time
you’ll understand,

the secret language
of those
innocuous raindrops,

that long
to enter
again and again,

but crash
and die
silently,

against your
curtained
windowpane.

© vidursahdev 2018

Poetry

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When the
stormy clouds
of your normally
peaceful mind,
hold more weight
than they can
retain,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain,

when the
continuing silence
of your own voice,
goes beyond
the realms
of what the heart
can contain,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain,

when the
expanse of love
is a sea within,
seeking it’s share
of reciprocation
from the universe’s
expanse,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain,

when the insides
are scorched
by a relentless drought,
and the fumes
of the vaporous soul
are too much
to bear,

I am the words
that fall
like incessant
rain.

© vidursahdev 2018

Toxic

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distance me
from
yourself,

for i am
toxic
to inhale,

i can enter
your parts
unseen,

and make
my home
therein,

for
i am not
like air,

that
you are
designed,

to breathe
in
and then,

conveniently
exhale
out,

for once in
i tend
to stay put,

and in
a world
that seeks,

a
constant
change,

i am that
outdated
toxin,

that lives
without
an expiry,

but the one
you’d rather
keep out.

© vidursahdev 2018

Drowned

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Drowned
in
the sea,

now I seek
no
shore,

no footsteps
on the
sand,

to mark
a
presence,

of an
existence,
that really,

was of
relevance
no more.

The depths
are now
mine,

and on the
surface
I roll,

I hold
the
sunset,

and I
flirt
with the moon,

a drop
of
water,

now
an ocean
am I.

Come
look
for me,

on
any
shore,

I’ll steal
the
sand,

beneath
your
feet,

and
engulf
you like,

I couldn’t
have
before.

© vidursahdev 2018

Poetry

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Poetry…

a disguised
silence
attired in words,

a painted
picture
devoid of colors,

a lyrical song
read by the eyes
in a melody of emotion,

a bleeding heart
blessed with
an endless flow,

a vibrant smile
spread in a
jigsawed puzzle,

a secret said aloud
but curtailed
to a few,

a message of love
in the present
or in the past,

the screams
of a yearning heart
or an open mind,

reaching out to you
or to another
to vent it’s thoughts,

a philosophy
or an experience
or a hope in life,

the said
the unsaid
stated without prejudice,

the hidden
the obvious
left to another mind,

a vent
to feelings
of happiness and joy,

a release
of pain
of sadness and loss,

the smoke
that rises
to hide burning fires,

the water
that falls
on wounds to heal,

endless in
expression
endless in form,

written to free
the writer
of his own nagging bonds,

metaphors abound
as do experiences
in life,

some hide it
in clouds
some shine them outright.

© vidursahdev 2018