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


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 ...