HER LAST LETTER
When she die
Don't blame yourself
For not picking up the calls,
For not listening to her
Because may be she want to live happily up there.
She has been through a lot already
You matter to her
She trusted you the most
So seeing you upset from up there, will make her unhappy too.
And don't worry she had always forgive you,
This time too you were forgiven
She was not angry neither sad
She just got numb
Done.. and you don't have to worry
It was not your fault, you tried your best but she can't see you loose.
So be happy because then she can smile, through those tough roads to heaven or hell.
She knows she left everone broken but little did everyone knew she too was torn apart.
She had questions no one thought to answer,
She had screams no one really heard.
She had people, OUT OF REACH.-
Words don't rhyme now,
Phrases don't make any sense.
When it comes to a writer,
Lucky are those
Who can make it till their end.-
ढूंढ रही हूं
वो जिसे समझदारी कहती है दुनिया
उसमे गुम हुआ पागलपन ढूंढ रही हूं।
समझाने वाले मिलते हैं कई
बेहक जाने वाली मासूमियत ढूंढ रही हूं।
मैं लिखती थी कभी
आज खयालों को समेटने वाले अल्फाज़ ढूंढ रही हूं।
खो गए थे कुछ पन्ने ख्वाबों के,
धूल जमी रद्धी में,
वो कागज़ात ढूंढ रही हूं।
मैं अपने लिए
अपने आप को ढूंढ रही हूं।
गुम हुए पागलपन को
समझदारी में ढूंढ रही हूं।
-
the fear
Which are meant
to be hidden.
The excitement
Which should be disclosed.
The stories,
Never too old.-
वो ख्वाब थे मेरे
जो कभी जागने की वजह हुआ करते थे,
और आज टूट जाने के बाद
नींद ना आने की वजह बन गए हैं।
सपने तोड़ देना इतना आसान नहीं होता
मजबूरियों में छिपा दर्द बयां नहीं होता।-
WRITING FOR ME
Writing has always been forever partner of mine
She is the listener of all my time
When no one opens the door
Writing holds my hand
I never choosed her
But she is stubborn
And now there is no reason to end.
Writing helped me heal.
What do others experience,
She made me feel.
She helped me recover,
From stressed to happy and healthier.
Writing helped me move forward
When i write, I dream
And far away from being coward
She never gets angry,
Even if i only shared my pain
And never ask me questions
Of not getting out again.
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LOVING THE WORDS
Love me like no one did,
Make me feel, coz i never felt.
But wait,
Seduce me with your words
With your thought of, "why me?",
When you could choose many others
Among all, now you don't wish to see.
Let the erotic thrill of vocabulary,
Run through my body,
Giving me the vibe of presence,
Holding me and my absence.
Make the speech intimate,
Having certainty in phrase
Coz then may be i could believe
And being loved would be a relief.
_Vidhi Arora
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