NEETU VAID SHARMA

NEETU VAID SHARMA

LOVE NEEDS NO QUOTES

Love can be shallow show of shades

And glitzy gorgeous, be bold to bear.

Some poets are not lovers and some lovers

Are not poets, but I am both...

Poet lover and love poet.

Love kills,

Let be killed by this love potion.

I am a prisoner

All chained in the mazes, Love is that culprit that chases.

I am simple and love is happening

I am taken and love just amazes.

In this dry desert

Of dejected despondency, Dew drops

Dipped in delicate dreamy desire

I do dive deep into downpour of love.

When love wraps you,

I go unknowingly sweet tooth

And find myself a chronic diabetic in love

LOVE LORN LAKE

Lake is my name

Today I’m torn apart

And with my bleeding heart

My beat wants to utter

Words that were long ago shuttered

I flow with my smooth pace

Flow on and on but rarely do race

Suddenly I start roar

Inner storm boils out

Volcano fury to the core

Silent sobs, covered cries but a loud shout

Lake they call my name

And add often I am moody

Do you know you are my mood?

As my life is vague yacht

Often fancy clinging to

Bold bank, special stuff or soothing stone

Again discover myself all- alone

Lake has a deep dug desire

Just lacks furious maddening fire

To mingle with an ocean

And to suck that absorbing potion

Lake was at one point calm

Today has become an alarm

Once was she smooth and slow

Now detests bending and bowing

Present Lake is flowing fast

Intends to be same unto her last...

COVETED CRIMES

You are that Booker Prize

For whom many coveted but I’ve got

To love you madly has become

Inevitable crime and truly I fear not

You were and will be in demand

This aching heart does well know

Should I welcome this envious ache?

Marketable mind just let it go

My non-stop yearning will go on

Hungered craving itches everywhere

And courageous confession to crime

Pines for divine share...

Will you too be my best half in crime?

Verdict will be out by the ever flying time

NEETU  VAID SHARMA