Thursday, April 29, 2010

so much like love.....

(for the thursaday poets rally.....)

so much like love.....

I cannot leave you

Because I don’t hold the

Best of you …..

I cannot take you

Because I don’t take the

Rest of you …….

But somewhere I know

In some parts of my heart

We are one

But somewhere am

Scared too …..

I might have

Misread your mind …

May be your not

All mine …

I peered so into everything

That was yours ……

To search you out

Who are you..

In your heart….

You seem so good

too good to be true

and I believe you ..

and this Is what

scares me the most

when I think about you

I get lost …

And I cannot sleep …

I wish you could peep

Inside my heart

But it’s an art ..

And I don’t know whether

You are skilled or not …

This feeling is strange

But so much like love it is ...

I don’t know what you feel

How you feel …..

Sometimes I wonder

Would you be there..

Till the very end???

The question lingers in my mind ..

Day and night ..

Whose answer am not able to find..!!


.......VIDDHI ARORA

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Untitled ....so random

from where it comes ...
to what extent it can go ...
i don't know...
this emptiness
this vacuum
and the gloom
i try dealing
with this feeling
but it never leaves
and love bereave
i stand here alone
feeling forlorn
i try to run
i try to escape
this dark despair...
delved in the depth inside
i realize how
shallow is the world outside
it scares me ...
for i have no one besides me
to hold me when i fall
all by myself i fight this battle
of strange people
of cruelty and injustice
i fight with my fears
deep inside i fight
with my insecurities
i fight with the one's i love
i fight for my dreams
i fight for myself
often i talk about
an undefined pain ......
pain ...my pain
unexplainable
born out of my despair
and the feeling
of being unloved
of being cheated on..
of expectations forced
upon me
time goes on ..
but the pain
refuses to fade..
refuses to go away....
.............VIDDHI ARORA









MY world...

MY world...



Almost ignoring real living
i live unconscious of stimulation
to a different world belongs my dwelling
this is not my world
not my place
though it has a pretty face
but it is not dear to me as my own
which is known to some
far beyond the oceans
under the same old blue sky
where my desires are
not afraid to fly
where my young dreams breath
where the darkness of the night
transforms my warmth into intensity
and the light of morning sun
fuels my passion
where me and my loneliness resides
which gives me strength to carry on
when that deep pain inside
takes hold of me
when my emotions controls me
when even a little pin prick hurts
MY WORLD ..it's in my dreams
in my reality
in the little birds chirping
in the squirrels playing
It is all around me
it is inside of me
yet it is far away
but why people ..they cannot see
they cannot feel
the way i do
why they say it is an illusion
of my imagination and reality
it is a fusion
they question its existence
they question my existence
for it belongs to me
its a part of me ...
they say am different
they ask questions
but my answers ..
they never satisfy...
now and forever I've
sealed my lips
for now i have no explanations
for their questions

...VIDDHI ARORA

Sunday, April 4, 2010

birth of a bright day

I stay awake all night ,
and admire the beautiful moonlight.


The moon, it looks like a dream ,
just above the translucent blue stream .


companion of lonely hearts,
and a handful of stars.


The vast expanse of deep core blue,
awaits the spread of sun's red and golden hue .


and then just above the horizon sun rose,
with all the new hopes ,
with all the positivity and nothing to loath...


This is my beautiful morn ,
and this is how my bright day is born.

..............VIDDHI ARORA


untitled

A warm embrace ,
A passionate kiss
something that nobody wants to miss ,
A touch so different ,
a sensation that could awake
a thousand more senses
such is the true love
so cheerful so live
to insanity it can drive
no limits no boundaries
a night of lights
so wild so free
some teasing some caressing
and then taking to bed
to make love is what he said
more about heart and soul
less to do with body and mind
and soon you find
you din't realize
when love metaphorized into lust
All the feelings all the emotions
nothing but a strange desperation
The warm embrace turns
into a cold war of bodies
you give yourself whole
expecting love and honesty
but all you get is ignorance
and fallacy
and as the sun rise you try to
find him by your side
but all you find is
emptiness and betrayal
The touch the kiss
hugging and teasing
awakens your senses
No love but a feeling
of dirt , emptiness , impurity
and the realization
that making love was just having sex
is all that flourishes
It's love .....LOVE that has
the power to make you whore ...
....VIDDHI ARORA >.