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

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

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 >.