t e m p o r a r y

Pic : Self

temporary colours
splashed on this lifelike canvas

each set of eyes
seeing its own interpretations

form immaterial
as beauty was never defined

souls lie hidden
as water never had a colour

happiness and sadness
alternately visible under the sun

till the day of rain
when the clouds draw curtains

the colours wash away
as water mixes with water

and drop by drop
all seeps back into the earth.

—————–

Vidur
01May17

s n a k e s


venomous
or not
you slimy
thing,

your
fangs sharpened
by a forked
toungue,

a reptile
born wild
they say to
trust not,

but I’ve
seen
worse
exist,

amongst
the ones
who proclaim
immunity,

that dig
their fangs
to poison
their own,

some
upfront
in their
cowardly attack,

some
even worse
on a turned
friend’s back.

———————

Vidur
15Apr17

y e l l o w

Pic: Self

your deed
is done,
whispered
the wind,
gently tugging
at my
weakening
binds,

i looked
below,
from the
heights
of my abode,
and then
around,
to the
neighborhood​
that was
mine,

time is
a painter,
with invisible
brushes,
from a
lively
green,
he slowly
painted me,
a wiser
yellow,

i know,
that was
the last colour,
left on
his pallette,
and so
i  slowly,
let go
of my hold,

and as
the wind
gently,
put me
on its palms,
the universe
smiled,
for there are
some journeys,
that are
only
ours.

—————-

Vidur
13Apr17

s p e c i m e n 

Pic : self

Spotlights
shine,
to catch
every
possible
shortfall,
or
movement
amiss,

the specimen,
put on a
slide,
to be judged
as their
eyes peer,
into the
eyes of
the proverbial
microscope,

measure the
air going in,
against that
which
is exhaled,
each bit
adds up,
their conspiracy
theories
seem to fail,

stripped bare,
of all
tangible
dignity,
he continues,
to their
annoyance,
to peacefully
smile,

your serendipitous
presence
in this
chaotic turmoil,
is the oxygen
of hope,
his lungs
secretly steal,
to keep his
heartbeat
still alive.

——————

Vidur
08Apr17

b a t o n s

IMG_20170222_091556
pic: self

words
posted
on paper
or an
electronic
screen,

eventually
catch dust
or get lost
amongst
the growing
data heap,

but,
its always
so wonderfully
reassuring
to see,

new names
underneath
meaningful
beautiful
verses,

that’ll keep
adding
new pages
of words
each day,

to the ones
that
already sang
their
hearts song,

and now
happily
rest
beneath.

—————–

Vidur
05Apr17

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