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Getting louder and louder

those distant cries

Ruin..their ruin is it ?

they are coming closer

closer...

I can't breathe.

I have seen worlds

different worlds

i hear the same cries

Everywhere

they are coming closer .

i feel scared.

Happiness is it so difficult ?

running people i see ,

to where i try to find ?

pain is all i see ..

all i feel ..everywhere...

rest, i cannot see.

Those cries are in me

they are not minr

but dwell in the insides

slowly ..

do they bring my ruin ?

I don't know.

Is this dark really dark ?

or just shadows of past .

shadows...are they really ?

or just illusions my mind creates

are they really mine?

I am lost.

...VIDDHI ARORA

DEATH.

DEATH.
Its not the end or never ending silence .

It is powerful.

It has the power to silence poeple when they say : " Money is everything . Money is life .. ethics, principles believes all these things comes later...and idealism , sacrifice,contentment are nothing but euphimisms for a person's inability to acquire wealth."

RANDOM :)

troubled mind

who are we ?

what are we ?

me , you ..

what is all this ?

where are all meanings?

peace , truth, honesty ...

mere words .

troubled eyes.

how can we see?

whatever mind creates .

mirage of thoughts .

collage of images .

what it really is ?

can we just let ourselves get deceived ?

love , beauty , art ..

mere words.

VIDDHI ARORA

Through the broken panes she tries to see

she has reasons

and knows what it means to be free

for her thats the only way to be

dreams lead her life

some reality too

her brain and heart torn by a strife

to strike a balance for her is a drive

sometimes she thinks she should let go

but then she asks why ?

its her choice not to go with the flow

not her business to think if it gives people a blow !

DARKNESS

FOR The Thursday poets rally week 30 hosted by jingle .. !

DARKNESS

The darkness within the darkness

A darkness in which i find easier

to find myself.......

and much easier too loose

what does not belong to me -

the things i hold on to .

it helps me to set my soul free

it redefines ..

unleashes the passion with in me

it gives me strength to take-off

the MASKS i wear ,

-A thousand masks ..

for no one can see me ..

i cannot see myself....

a strange comfort i find

in the anonymity ..

a sense of security is there

and the pain,

my pain, it passes into nothingness;

a beauty blinding or an ugliness unbearable

nothing matters ...

and nothing has a new meaning ..

only what is seen is the latent truth

which was hidden deep inside the layers..

Its gateway to an understanding

to an open minded impartiality.

for its the DARK,

and no one can see no one

no one is afraid

and the DARK is not just a darkness

its a gateway to a new understanding...!

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

just not my fairytale

AWARDS BY KARAN A ,THOUSIF AND JINGLE here ...thnx guys ... !

AWARDS BY JINGLE FOR POETS RALLY~ HERE

..thnx :)

just not my fairytale

(for the poets rally)

All this while i was with you

i know you were not true

and the n we both through

because the relation we had it failed

but in my heart i knew it wasn't my fairytale

because when i was in the dark

it lost its spark

and it was the time to see

how strong it was

and came to know it was weakest of all

because it withered away with a blow of wind

and i came to know it was a mistake

it was just not my fairytale

.....VIDDHI ARORA

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

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

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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 >.

LOVE AND HATE

LOVE AND HATE

In this world there's love and hate
sometimes between love there hate
sometimes between hate there's love
some people hate to love
some people love to hate
and in all this there are people
who cannot love and cannot
hate
strange are there relations
no hate no love
yet some feelings undefined
stay somewhere in there heart
what they love they cannot share
what hate they cannot tell
because these feelings are for them to
understand themselves
in love there's we n us
in hate there's i , me n you..
and in all this muddle no time to cuddle
in a strange directions are
relation are heading
in all this turmoil of love
and hate ...
nothing but lost is love ...

.......VIDDHI ARORA

Story close to my heart

A beautiful story told

when i was 5 yrs old

but a part of it was untold
about a thing that cannot be bought or sold
something for me to understand
something for me to know myself

but now i got to know what it's

real meaning was ...
now years after
a sense of similarity dwells
between you me and our lives
now i know the reason why
the door to heaven was never found
in spite of the endless efforts of
old man ..something impossible to count
now when i see your photograph on my table
and think about the way are live are
i can imagine the old man as u
searching for the lost happiness
lost comfort of love
i can see you searching for the
same door
and the same happiness
that i see while holding me in
you r arms
telling tale of your life time
and still i can remember your pain
the pain of loosing
what you loved the most
In my heart i know
the door you were searching for
but the futile search
always ended in pain, sadness and tears
be yours ,mine or our dear ones
but all i want to say
you are always here in with me
and i believe with you by my side
i can overcome highest of tides
no matter how far you are
but you near to my heart
and always living in my memories
and my thoughts .........

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

GROWING UP .....

GROWING UP .....

Today here i stand alone ,
with an empty heart and.
eyes full of tears .
Never thought I'll have ,
to go through this,
Never thought that growing
up would mean ......
That I'll have to be lonely
n all the promises are made phonily ..
that'll go through a phase ..
where I'll find no friend to taunt ..
no childhood ghost to haunt ..
only a slow silence to be with ..
and sometimes a walk back
the memory lane..
where everything is simple & plain...
It's like running after a train
which has left already
leaving behind memories of past..
which has passed so fast ..
it's difficult to accept....
the times i spent can
never come back..
i never knew that ..
growing up would be
soo hard !!!!! ....

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

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This is for someone special ...there was no other way to tell him what he means to ......i wish someday he gets to know this ......................i respect him and i love him .......i feel a strange relation with him ... in fact with everything his smile his laughter his loneliness everything reminds me of a dear one .....

there this old man.

with hair Grey and body tan.
everyday i see him and.
every time i wonder.
about his life's emptiness.
and his soul's loneliness.
sometimes i try to find.
find his lost childishness.
his face brings me .
the memories of past i h.ad .
he reminds me of a special person .
i love and miss the most .
sometimes i think .
where his smile n laughter gone .
who has taken away his liveliness.
whether its age n time or .
meanness of the world outside .
often i try to find ...
the lost love in his eyes .
all i get to see is a .
strange sorrow inside.
some unrecognizable .
pain i feel in his heart .
i don't know the reason .
but i feel a connection .
he brings me my cherished memories .
revive my precious past .
but sometimes your .
loneliness and emptiness ..
reminds me of my selfishness .
sometimes i wish i could .
turn back time .
bring back your life .
bring back that shine ..
that used to light up your eyes .
one day i wish i could .
bring back your smile .
you know that day .
would be the happiest .
day of my life .
..................VIDDHI ARORA

BROKEN HEART

BROKEN HEART .....................

Time goes on ...
there is no one i can depend upon,
the ones i trusted ,
the ones i loved ,
were the ones who let me down ,
today, i realized ,
they were never mine ,
they came for a flash of time ,
to return me my smile ,
but i never knew ,
they'll charge me .
a thousand tears .
that i shed from my eyes ,
I cried and cried for relationships .
that dint lasted .
for the friends i lost ,
and the damage it costs.
it took my life.
to repair my heart ,
it became hard n harder .
to carry the burden .
of a heart that was broken badly.
but the head still .
followed it blindly .
soon came the end
when the head bend .
heart sooo shattered .
and its pieces scattered .
eyes cried .
hopes died .
this was the very end
of broken heart
that once smiled
and forever learned a lesson
that never to trust anyone

....VIDDHI ARORA

MY PAIN

MY PAIN ............

I stand alone ,
as no soul sees me ......
i look at memories that last ;
through the window of past .
those moments are lived by me .
feel locked in room for which lost is the key .
trapped in joys and sorrows;
that have no tomorrow.
think i failed in all walks of life .....
i feel i fall on the sharp knife of reality.
i bleed and i die
Every time i try;
i hurt and i cry..
but no one's able to see my pain .
when all my efforts go in vain.
but still i smile and i hope for a better tomorrow.
but that doesn't mean there is lack of sorrow .
All doors of happiness closed one after the other or ;
have i been looking at the closed one for sooo long ,
that never saw the one opened .

.... VIDDHI ARORA