Forevers

Pic : Self

don’t
believe
what i say,

my forevers
are just
an illusion,

for ultimately
i am
as fake,

as that
flower
in your garden,

that’ll soon
crumble
and fade.

© vidursahdev 2018

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Castles in the Air

Pic : Self

Castles
in the air,

a prerogative
i own,

some
to pass time,

for every
creative process,

needs
to be honed,

some
as a plan,

to someday
actualize,

into an
existence,

of a reality
i can own.

Castles in
the air,

are not
easy to make,

you have
to know,

how to
detatch,

from a
reality,

that holds
you down,

and they
may often,

seem
as useless,

floating
shapeless clouds.

Castles
in the air,

the freedom
of the mind,

to reach
out,

and
be one,

with
the sky,

but when
they do rain,

forests of
green,

are known
to sprout,

on parched
arid grounds.

© vidursahdev 2018

Rolling Stone

Pic : Self

Still caught up
between
the mind
and the soul,

i often manage
to calm myself,
to resemble
a still lying stone,

and then life
plays a trick,
tickles me deep
in the ribs,

and to the human
fickleness,
i somewhere
succumb,

and lo behold
once again, me
an unwanting
rolling stone,

till the next
calming stop
where the mind
and soul,

can regain lost
perspective,
and once again
rest as one.

© vidursahdev 2018

Graveyards

Pic : Self

I sometimes
by the unpredictable
game of destiny,
run into people
from my past,

some sure
of their present,
but insecure and afraid
of it being upset
by their own past,

graveyards
are not always,
the peaceful
resting places
for those that are gone,

for some of us
to have a
spotless present,
park our darkest secrets
there in advance.

© vidursahdev 2018

Cab Tales

Pic : Self

Long conversations
on busy city roads,
between the driver
and a curious mind,

while the car moves
alongside so many others
most drivers guided now
by a heavenly satellite,

a pent up voice in front
begins to tell a story,
of his own life’s
continuing traffic jams,

his today, his now
he shares with a stranger,
his future, as he plans
he pans out orally for advice,

his pain, his torment
he lays bare without shame,
he tells me about his family
and now I know their names,

irrespective of all the dents
there is so much beauty,
when a person speaks
keeping his self pride intact,

inspite of all the jams
he must drive through,
his confidence in a better future
is based on his own strengths,

he smiles thoughtfully
at the green light ahead,
and I know he is on a road
different from his car,

bereft of the status’s
that the world stamps on us,
it’s an experience to hear
when a human really talks,

my story, your story
is no different from his,
and we part with mutual wishes
for a happier road ahead.

© vidursahdev 2018