Cross my heart

Pic : Self

Gentle whispers
and knowing nudges
prod me on,

to believe
in hands,
that inexplicably fail,

to hold on
to life’s slippery
sands,

and I smile
at my wondrous
fortune,

of having
these angels
and these friends,

for hands
are destined
to exit empty,

but in the end
it would have
to have been,

a blessed heart,

to leave
with the memories
of so many.

© vidursahdev 2019

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We choose, What we see

When you mistake
someone,

for what someone
is not,

there is often
a moment,

of invisible
embarrassment,

where you hold
yourself guilty,

of an error
in judgement,

but when
it’s after years,

of knowing
a someone,

that you realise
you made,

that same
forsaken mistake,

the only
question,

you really
ask yourself,

is how the hell
could you ever see,

what wasn’t
in that what was.

© vidursahdev 2018

Don’t ask ‘Why’

Pic : Self

When
the best minds,
with all
the resources
of the world,
still can’t
really explain,

the natural
and
perpetually
existent,
invisible
forces,
like gravity,

how do you,
with
this little,
already
clouded
brain
of mine,

expect me
to tell you,
the why and how
of what,
perennially
holds me
to you!

© vidursahdev 2018

As I Fall

Pic : Self

Hold me,
before
I fall
again,

I need to know
the feeling –
of being
secure,

let go,
when
your arms
are weary ,

and I’ll continue
to fall,
into the abyss
again,

it’s not permanence,
that I seek
from you
in life,

but there
are feelings,
that I want
to feel,

the hope,
though
remains,
steadfast inside,

that once
you hold,
you won’t
let go.

© vidursahdev 2018