r e a l i t y

Pic: Self

you can
breathe in
that
invisible air,
but you can’t
hold on to
the fragrances
it carries therein,

for what
pleases
and teases
the hungry senses,
is often
as momentary
as the tick
of a clock,

what can’t
seep in
through those
emotionless lungs,
the heart
might yearn
in all the ways
that hurt,

but the blood
that runs
seeks more
to live,
than just
the hollow trickery
of easily inebriated
senses.

————

Vidur
18Oct17

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d i s c o u n t e d

sold on discount
i often wonder
my worth,

did my
intrinsic
value fall,

or was there
just an
inherent need,

to clear out
my irrelevance 
on the shelf,

do i now live below
my creator’s value
of me,

or just pretend
somehow
to be worthy

of the price,
that you paid
to own,

my this
assumed
discounted worth.

————–

Vidur
12Oct17

b e g i n n i n g s

Pic: Internet

have you ever
lost a piece
of writing,

where years
of ink rested
in short stories,

some complete
to your mind
yet not fully,

some started
and left to thaw
for a revisit,

have you ever
lost a piece
of you,

in the words
on those
missing sheets,

knowing the past
will never
find ink again,

and the blank sheets
that now
lie in front,

will only sip
those drops
that tell a story,

which has
a beginning
in today.

————–

Vidur
09Oct17

b r e a t h e

Pic: Self

yes
it is,
so much worse
than you thought,
it could ever be,
but
breathe,

breathe yourself
slowly
back to life,
there is more
to this book,
than this chapter’s
plight,

don’t let
the weight
of this worrisome
plot,
hold you back
from moving
ahead,

breath deep,
and blow on it
with all your strength,
this page
is meant
to turn,
it eventually will,

while you,
are meant
to go on and on,
one breath
at a time,
and you too
eventually will.

————

Vidur
02Oct17

love for sale

Pic: Self

saw a sign,
maybe a sign
of the times,

seemed rather
hurriedly
written,

in desperately
scribbled
but legible letters,

“love for sale –
ex-spouse holds
a grouse,

needs money
to prove
my real worth,

love seems
to have lost
it’s shine,

the greens rule
in this often
misty world,

need to pay
the debt
of a partnership,

originally entered
for the entirety
of life,

misconstrued
as a monetary deal
by seemingly all,

a marriage that was
but now
apparently over,

need to encash
my only
real treasure,

that
surprisingly
seems,

to have
little value
for most,

buy me for love
for that is all
i am worth”

—————

Vidur
26Aug17