Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Who am I

Who am I

by Vinita Singh

Who am I
I am a dancer that wants to flow, and have everyone fly.
To dance in a flowing rhythm with turns and surprises,
And be way high.
Who am I,
I am a writer who wants to
imagine and write stories,
that make you feel free.
Who am I
A person who imagines writing stories beyond your imagination.
of dreams of words that
I see in reality.
Stories of past lives
that come through premonitions.
Who am I
I am a dreamer who daydreams and dreams of the future.
 
Copyright © 2004

Distracted

Distracted

by Vinita Singh

I’m not calm I’m distracted. Too many things to do.
Too many options my way. Writing words are they my things.
Telling stories are they the way.
Dancing away in my gym shoes, in aerobics finess,
is that my option.
No one knows who I am today.
Is it yesterday, I did not know I’m distracted.
Or have I just overacted.
No one knows my way.
Cleaning things and doing the dishes,
Cooking away with favorite foods,
Chores of everyday that come away.
No one knows my way.
Saying rhymes and taking time with words that
come in my mind.
Listening to music and relaxing is just not in my mind.
Have I overacted, I’m just distracted.
Feeling the cool air or the rain drops fall down on my hair.
Where’s the love of beautiful nature.
I cannot find the calmness, I’m distracted.
What are things that have to be done.
Is it not too many things to do,
I’m not calm, I’m distracted.
 
Copyright © 2004

Its two o'clock midnight past

Its two o’clock midnight past

by Vinita Singh

Its two o’clock midnight past
I feel I’m awake
And everynight with dreams I awake at last.
I hear the train on the railroad tracks.
Its roaring whistle further away comes to a halt.
I see the lamp lights as
Its two o’clock midnight past.
I write my poems on the computer
as words come to me quiet fast.
My thoughts of past
As years have passed.
Its two o’clock midnight past.
Of visions of future which just may last
In the moment, its just quiet.
I can feel the silence with the crickets chirping.
Its two o’clock midnight past.

Copyright © 2004

A bond of friendship

A bond of friendship

by Vinita Singh

A bond of friendship has a
friend who shares and cares.
They have a connection and give you direction.
They even give you a mutual affection.
With words they tell you your imperfections,
to help you get perfection.
Friends listen and hear your words and
are sincere.
A bond of friendship has a
Friend who volunteers to do things for you.
And they want to do things with you.
They’ll dance with you to enhance,
or just watch your steps in a glance.
A bond of friendship makes a friend
get strong as they grow and they tell you
their stories.
They go with you on trips to the park.
And listen to all your stories.
They even read your poems and
stories and give you feedback.
A bond of friendship has no judgements
But the friendship only gets stronger,
As they spend time together.

Copyright © 2004 

Life is a Celebration

Life is a Celebration

by Vinita Singh

It's quiet the birds are chirping.
It's sunny the wind is blowing.
I look outside the window, the curtains are moving.
I am sitting inside and nearby,
I am delighted that the candle inside is lighted.
I realize and visualize everything about life.
Life is a celebration.
A figment of my imagination.
A sensation of intoxication.
Life is a combination of expectations and complications.
Long vacations with temptations.
It's a fantasy that fades.
It's a dream with romance, in which
we all dance.
Its an illusion with a conclusion.
Life is an inspiration and a celebration.
 
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The Calmness

The Calmness

by Vinita Singh

Sitting in the silence,
As I lay gently on the sofa,
staring out the window,
thinking with my blinking eyes,
I felt the cool cold air beneath my feet.
A silence so peaceful, so pleasant,
A calmness so shoothing and suttle.
The clear dark night so still, so silent.
A calmness so cool and comforting.


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As I Cry

As I Cry

by Vinita Singh

As I lie crying at night,
when it is not so bright,
or is it the day,
when I am so far away?
I wonder sometimes, why do I cry?
Is it the still sun shining
in the evenings or
the dull dawn in the morning?
Why is it the sudden sadness
I feel at times as I cry?
The long and lonely months,
or the sudden change of growing years?
As I cry, I ask myself, why?
The tremendous thoughts of past
memories in my mind.
Oh! Could it be the frightening
lightning thundering so loudly?
As I cry, I ask myself, why?
The growing days and passing years,
so sudden, so still, gone and passed.
I ask myself again, why do I cry?

Copyright © 2004

Monday, September 20, 2010

It was so late

It was so late

by Vinita Singh

It was so late!
Seven or eight it was so late
At night I ate so late
And everyday it was past eight
I had to wait and that my friend
I hate, but I had to wait and wait.
It was so late after we ate,
Oh how we all hate but,
it was just too late.
Oh how I hate I hate so much
that every day
It was past eight.
 
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The Music Rhythm Dancing

The Music Rhythm Dancing

by Vinita Singh

Listening to the music of the rhythm beat.
I hear the strings playing, and as if dancing, its quiet neat.
Then I turn the volume high and
I listen with a sigh, as I feel the words repeat.
The music starts flowing with the muslim words
And the music of the drum upbeat. The song flowing
with the rhythm and the words suddenly slowing with the
tune of the flute. Then comes the upbeat again with the voice
of the choir in the back and than the tabla beat, as almost the,
the music rhythm is dancing.
Then I feel my feet moving side to side with the rhythm
and I hear the tune of the soft melodies in my ear.
with the words I clap my hands and tap my fingers.
Dancing with the melodies of the flute,
The rhythm of the songs of the word,
And than the tabla beat with
the choir singing in the back repeat.
I get lost in my imagination with its sensation.
The beautiful words of softness ringing in my ears.
Copyright © 2004

Let me weep these tears

Let me weep these tears

by Vinita Singh

Let me weep these tears,
As I forget all my fears.
Let me forget this pain,
As I learn to walk again.
Let me weep these tears,
Let me run again.
As I get another chance
to live life again.
As three months pass I want
to dance again.
Let me drive forward
at the speed of an airplane.
Let me weep these tears
Let me turn and jump and
twist and turn.
From side to side
Let me get up again.
 
Copyright © 2004

I want to be free

I want to be free

by Vinita Singh

I felt the breeze of the cool air come,
as I passed by the trees.
I was aware, as the wind blew,
across my face and hair.
I saw the dark clouds as,
I passed by the park.
As I thought in my mind,
I wanted to be free like the wind.
Fly high in the sky, like the birds up above,
as they passed by.
I wanted him to talk of love.
Whisper words in my ears of two doves in love.
I wanted to be free like, the fish in the sea
as he chased after me.
I wanted to be free as I danced and also glanced
At the colored peacock feathers nearby.
As I stood nearby I saw two butterflies come by.
I wanted to stare at him eye to eye.
I wanted to be free and sit near the lake
as the waves came and the breeze of the cool air passed by.
I wanted to be free as he said goodbye to me.
 
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Angels from heaven

Angels from heaven

by Vinita Singh

They turn they sleep
They fall they weep
Angels from heaven
They are so sweet
They drink their milk
And make a mess.
Clean them up in their pretty
dress. They are so cute to cuddle
when they cry.
I have a feeling they are just shy.
When you see their smile across
a mile, their eyes look straight at
you in desire. How and why you want
to hold them. You want to show
their bold inside.
They're by your side.
You cuddle them
close and make them sleep
and as they weep. You see them near
they are angels from heaven so sweet.
Copyright © 2004

She was beautiful

She was beautiful

by Vinita Singh

She rode on a palanquin.
And told me stories of when she was seventeen.
She sang songs to me,
When I was eighteen.
She remembered things I gave her,
And also, how I misbehaved with her.
She was brave and beautiful,
And also dutiful.
Her lifestyle was worthwile
She never complained.
Even though she was in pain.
She told me what love was
And hers was unconditional.
She was exceptional and traditional.
Copyright © 2004

At Night

At Night

by Vinita Singh

I might just toss and turn at night in every
way. As another day passes my way. There
comes another night when it is not so bright,
or is it the day that is so dull.
I think of you tonight and every night. Oh
of memories of past, At last just beautiful
thoughts that brighten my day in a wonderful
way.

Copyright © 2004

My Day in Such a Silent Way

My Day in Such a Silent Way

by Vinita Singh

One day as I was far away,
I had a car to drive my own way,
I had a thought in a silent day
I had a work like everyday.
No one was there that day.
But all my fears were away.
In such a day I had no say
So silent was that day.
For I pray and pray that
Every day is silent in its own way.

Copyright © 2004

The Feeling of Love

The Feeling of Love

by Vinita Singh

The feeling of love.
The feeling of love so near and clear.
A closeness and comfort by your side.
This feeling so warm and wonderful.
A feeling so strong and sudden.
Also so soothing and silent.
It is caring and compassionate.
So strong and sudden is this feeling, my
wonderful warm words, keep me still.

Copyright © 2004 

A Dad

A Dad

by Vinita Singh

A Dad is someone who gives me comfort everyday.
He loves me in a special way.
He shares his jokes in everyway.
He listens to me in a caring way.
I say to him for days and days, you are exciting and fun to be with,
no matter how a day comes along my way.
How I say I love my dad in every way.
You are so nice to me in a special way.

Copyright © 2004 

How Can I forget

How Can I forget

by Vinita Singh

When you were so strong you lifted me on the shoulder
And carried me across the other side.
Than As I hid my feet, when I had a seat.
The time when you took of your shoes and walked
in bare feet. To take of your shoes for my cut feet.
Though I hid it. Pair of shoes in one hand another pair
Of mine in another hand.. As I wore your shoes and walked across.
You walked by and by me bare feet.
How can I forget that day, though it was long ago.
The way you looked at me with your eyes in that picture
I could see the sight where I understood the eyes that told me
so many things. How can I forget those days.

Copyright 2004

The Lonliness

The Lonliness

by Vinita Singh

Sitting there watching the waves of water,
was not so wonderful when I was all alone. I
saw my reflection as I looked down, with a frown.
Then I thought of him. Memories came across my mind.
I could hear the humming of the bees near the trees.
As I sat near the lake and watched the waves,
passing me. I started thinking with my blinking eyes.
The lonliness would not leave me as I thought of him,
again and again. The reflection of me in the water
was also watching me. I tried to hide these feelings
but the face in the reflection of the water showed
nothing but me alone.
Copyright © 2004

The Reflection

The Reflection

by Vinita Singh

I see the mirror in front of me,
It is quiet a sight to see.
My eyes look straight at the reflection infront of me.
As I am standing and pedaling on the bike.
I begin to spin my foot therein,
to the medley of the Irish beat.
Faster and faster I spin within,
As I can hear the rhythm of the music beat.
And I start to sweat with heat to the cassette playing,
Treadaling and Pedaling to the beat,
As the music plays its neat.
The mirror reflects the light on me,
I see a sight on the seat pedaling
To the beat of the rhythm.
I feel the heat as I sweat to the beat.
I see the effect that the mirror reflects infront of me.
It reflects what I feel as I pedal to the beat
It is quiet neat.

Copyright © 2004

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