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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t o n i g h t

Pic: Self

tonight
we light
our lamps
of hope,
but
far away
from each other’s
sight’s,

both
surrounded
with the lights
of laughter,
yet
separated
like the sun
and moon,

tonight i won’t
look for you,
amongst
the teasing
stars,
niether miss
those coveted
visions of you,

for tonight
in the glow,
of each
light
that shines,
i will see
a reflection
of you.

————–

Vidur
16Oct17

muse musings

Pic : Self

sometimes
i wonder,
what inspires
this imagination,
to weave
the threads
of thoughts,
mostly
out of thin air,

to create
these pictures
of you,
frame
after frame,
adorning this
hallowed gallery,
where none else
finds a place,

is it
the reality
of your
seeming
nonexistance,
or the possibility
that manifestations
of love,
can create
what does not
exist,

is it the
desire to hold,
in matter form,
that
which i hold
in every drop
of red,
for you,
within,

or is it
the craving
to be loved,
and to know
how it would
really feel,
for i still
do believe,
that inspite
of the present
dilutions
of the world,

love
still
is.

————-

Vidur
15Oct17

i m a g i n a t i o n s

Pic : Self , Artist: Unknown

it wasn’t
really my fault,
if i held on,
even long after
you were gone,

hummed
your favourite songs,
even the one’s
that weren’t
ours,

kept
your presence alive,
imagination
is such
a wondrous tool,

walked
the streets alone,
in the company
of conversations,
long silenced by time,

impervious
to the seasons,
holding the constant
that remained
in my mind,

but you were
so very worth it,
even in the moments
that i lived
in a fools paradise,

and i still smile
when they say,
“your fault
you held on for so long”,
long after, you were gone.

———————-

Vidur
13Oct17

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