c u t s

Pic:Self  … Grew this from a seeding bulb, but the wind bent it, tried to straighten it, but it didn’t work, it was dying….but it needed to bloom, and so I did, what needed to be done.

sometimes
in life,
speaking
literally
or not,
you need
to cut,
an injured
stalk,

put it
in a vase,
filled
with water,
to give
the buds
perched
at its tips,
a chance
to bloom.

no one
will see,
the injury
it
suffered,
or
the hand
you lent,
to nature’s
cause,

but
you will
smile
like the
sun above,
when
you see
those precious
petals unfold.

———–

Vidur
19Aug17

catch me, if you can

Pic : Internet

nobody
catches
a falling
star,
they see
and wish on it
their troubles
away,

maybe
it does oblige
and take
their weight away,
for those who fall
seldom wish
the same
on others,

the sky however
remains as
bejeweled
as ever,
the eyes
go back
to what can
be beheld,

but nobody
catches
a falling
star.

————

Vidur
12Aug17

r a m b l i n g s

Pic : Self

we
often
do
what
we do,
because
we know,
it will
be
seen,

its what
we do
knowing,
that
it might,
never
come
to light,
is what
we
really
are,

you
and
me
are no
different,
in what
and how
we do,
what
we do,

what
separates
us,
is the
basic
intent
towards
another,
of the
why
we do
what
we do,
and the
gain we
seek
from it.

————

Vidur
04Aug17

l e c t u r e s

Pic: Self

the familiar
reflection
standing
unpleased
in front,

begins
again
the lecture
i have often
heard,

“don’t
fight battles
without
an army
of sorts,

you can
no longer
win a heart
by just arrows
or words,

the world
has moved on
beyond
sentimental
poetic chimes,

what works today
is an accumulated
wealth
of a different
kind,

even a rose
at the florist
seeks
an expensive
vase,

the projectiles
of cupid
that emanate
from
your heart,

will eventually
boomerang to pierce
and bleed
your own
thin skin,

coffin those
emotions
that seek
another’s
response,

hide
somewhere deep
in your own
trenches
unseen,

until
you acquire
the worldly
accepted
arsenal,

required today
to win
that one
targeted
heart”.

——————

Vidur
01Aug17