a b s e n c e

Pic : Self

…and sometimes
in your absence,

i have random
conversations,
with the falling
raindrops,

not that
those exchanges
make much sense
to either,

but their
soothing
pitter patter
in return,

somehow
fills the gaps
your absence
leaves behind.

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Vidur
17Nov17

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t i m e

Pic : Internet

so many
wheels
turn,
behind
the two hands,

silently
invisibly,
with
utmost
precision,

we
wait
for them,
to reach
the numbers,

for
visibility
conveys,
a communicable
measure,

but the
wheels
turn,
oblivious
of our existence,

repeating motions,
devoid
of emotions,
and without
a care.

—————

Vidur
16Nov17

p r i s m s

Pic: Internet

one colour
at a time,

each a million
shades of itself,

one by one
i layer them up,

a rainbow
is what they say,

then science does
what it always does,

passes them through
a prism pristine,

and lo and behold
there is nothing left,

but a single
ray of ordinary light,

and I think of you
as that unassuming colour,

and wonder what prism
beats within,

that holds all colours
of the human rainbow,

yet  shines so brightly
a humble white.

——————-

Vidur
15Nov17

m y s t e r y

Pic : Self

i draw
a thought bubble
inside my head,

fill it up
with all the words
still unsaid,

release it from
the confines
of this hesitating mind,

blow on it
delicately
but with all the lung,

communications
may have progressed
to instant pop-ups,

but the mystery
of the bubble
if it reached you or not,

is enough
to pass a life
that still seeks true love.

——————–

Vidur
13Nov17