Some Shores

Pic : Self

past the deserts
and the dry
arid lands,

i reach
that shore,
from where
you begin,
and are without
any end,

the blistered
feet,
and the now
drained soul,
your waters
so tempt,

for a permanent
redemption,
or a
short-lived,
temporary
cure,

questions
only
get answered,
when they are
put to the
test,

so i step in
into your arms,
with the belief
that it is time,
for the answers
to be told.

© vidursahdev 2018

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A Summer Tale

Pic : Self

summer heat
burning skin,

i look at the sky
for some reprieve,

a passing cloud
floats into sight,

i wave my arms
to catch its eye,

it obliges with
a few drops of life,

wetting the lips
but the throat still dry,

thirst unquenched
the eyes still hopeful,

the heart familiar
with this scorching pain,

for it too has been
burnt before,

but the unmindful wind
continues to ply,

and the passing cloud
slowly passes by.

© vidursahdev 2018

Sands of Time

Pic : Self

The sand slips
between
the fingers,

and the wind
sweeps by
teasingly,

the fingers tighten
to hold
what is left,

trying to seal
the inherent
gaps,

but the windy devil
laughs
a wicked laugh,

the last grains
blown over
the cupped palm,

with nothing
to hold
I raise my arms,

calling
to that
free flowing flow,

you’ve cut
my roots
and given me wings,

take me now
wherever
you go,

emptied hands
now I am
as free as you,

no weight
no ties
no binds no more,

sea to sea
I too
want to roam,

these freed wings
now seek
no shore.

© vidursahdev 2018

Life

Pic : Self

Life mocks death,
by giving me
more than one,

eventualities
don’t cease
to exist,

but you can
live
and die,

in one life
more
than once.

Some live
only
one life,

and they
are
blessed too,

but to have
lived many
in one,

is an experience
known
to a chosen few.

© vidursahdev 2018

VerseInEmotion

Pic : Self

Words form
uncanny
verses,

as icicles
of emotions
thawed by life,

drip down
slowly
drop by drop,

some impatiently
break
rush and fall,

to pierce
the paper
waiting beneath,

some gently
linger
longer,

like lazy
morning
silvery dew,

stories told
without
the selling,

memories poured
without
much telling,

the mask
unmasked
without regrets,

thoughts shared
without
prejudice,

my circle complete
when it ends
with you,

i write my heart
my heart
is you.

© vidursahdev 2018

Silences

Pic : Self

Silences,
are
strange
exchanges,

where
the trust,
in the voice
of the universe,

is
silently,
unequivocally
reposed,

i say not
what i want,
yet my vibrations
yell it aloud,

what you hear
I’m left,
to wonder
till eternity,

for amidst
the noises,
that
exist,

and
seemingly,
overpower
it all,

i do keep,
a silent
state
within,

to hear
the slighest vibration,
you may send
from afar.

© vidursahdev 2018