Thursday, December 9, 2010

I'm confidant

I'm confidant

by Vinita Singh

I hear the words to the beat,
I know the steps which repeat.
Its simple and its neat.
Its live and upbeat.
Its dancing and I’m advancing.
It’s the yearning as I’m turning
To the beat, which makes the learning of
The dance exciting.
Do you hear the words that repeat.
I’m confidant
It’s the choreography and its upbeat.
The music makes your feet move to the beat.
I’m dancing with the rhythm,
On my feet.
I’m confidant
It’s the style of dance
Which makes you prance.
As you take a smile and look
At yourself in the mirror,
Of the dance steps which are versatile.
I’m dancing to the steps with the beat
Which make you breathe.
I’m looking in the mirror
As I make every step.
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Lets Dance

Lets Dance

by Vinita Singh

Lets dance.
Turn with the rhythm of the music,
And take a stance.
Move side to side, and sway with the music and than glide.
Lets dance.
Flowing smoothly, and turning in a circle.
Slowing down and spinning again.
Move to the sound with a veil.
Move your arms left to right and turn,
with the rhythm of the tabla music playing,
Lets dance.
Move and slide left to right and move to the
side with a glide.
And spin in a circle swaying side to side.
Lets dance.
 
 
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Overqualified

Overqualified

by Vinita Singh

Five years have gone and passed on.
Five years have passed away.
Working here, working there.
Unexpected, tested and rejected,
overqualified, underqualified,
I walked this way and that way.
Buildings here and Buildings there.
Rejected and Rejected.
Five years and I have found the way.
How do I say,
I ask myself, who am I today.
How I love what I will do one day.
How I will love who I will be that day.


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They are in the heavens

They are in the heavens

by Vinita Singh

Where do they go?
They are in the heavens.
They came in our dreams.
They loved us so deeply.
They cared for us.
They were souls on earth,
that showed us,
and consoled us since our birth.
Where do they go.
They are in the heavens.
They clapped their hands and sang
to us.
Where do they go?
They had the breath of air on earth.
They laughed and cared for us.
Now they are in the heavens,
Above as guardian angels.
 
 
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Lives Lost

Lives Lost

by Vinita Singh

Lives are lost.
With children, alone and parent's, gone forever.
Many out of town, traveling places
unknown for, endeavour.
Some disappeared while others feared,
Lives are lost.
Some heard unspoken, others heart's broken.
Dreams shattered as some were battered.
Some hurt, some wounded, other bodies found,
As some no longer alive.
Lives are lost.
Places torn, with broken bones, as others mourned.
A Beautiful building shredded apart and burned.
Doors closed as some waited long hours,
In the size of a tower.
Lives are lost.
Pieces torn with broken bones and souls never to
Be found again.
 
 
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Friends

Friends

by Vinita Singh

Some people come into your life
and than they go away.
Some stay special in your hearts
and stay forever.
Some stay apart and still love you in every way.
Some say words you'll remember to treasure.
Some come and go and leave you mesmerized.
Some say they love you but break your heart
and go away.
That's what friends are.
 
 
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Life is a journey

Life is a journey

by Vinita Singh

Times come and times are gone,
Lifes a journey all alone
We remember the past and than its done
We cant go back or return
Life is a journey all alone
We remember the things when we were young.
But now its time to move on.
Times come that we have surpassed.
Life is a journey all alone
Its simple or fast
And at certain times it lasts.
If we want we can have a blast.
Life is a journey all alone.
Times don’t stay to dwell upon.
We just have farewells and go on.
Life is a journey all alone.
 
 
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Let me be alone

Let me be alone

by Vinita Singh

Let me be alone.
As I think again,some more.
Let me be at home,
as I hear the train tracks roar.
Let me be alone.
As I listen to the sounds of the music.
Let me look out the window,
and see the stillness.
Let me be alone,
and see the clear blue sky.
Let me be alone.
As I am lost in my dreams, relaxing.
 
 
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The wanderer

The wanderer

by Vinita Singh

I’m a wanderer, I wander here and I wonder there,
I wander to where I’m exhausted.
I ponder and I wander.
I’ve seen the world and been here and there
Small towns, big towns.
India or California, Jaipur or San Jose
Then I’ve squandered
Seen big buildings and small buildings.
Interviews here interviews there
From FBI building, to dance auditions of gyms,
I still wander and ponder.
I’m inspired by what I’ve seen
And yet exhausted.
I’m a wanderer.
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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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Survival of the Fittest

Survival of the Fittest

by Vinita Singh

What good is it they say your nice to me.
What good is it they say your pretty.
You see the world is not a dream,
but a reality.
Emotions and sensitivity are not for
the world to see.
Its the survival of the fittest you see.
They ask me quite frequently what job do you do,
you see. I cant answer this question you see,
Sometimes I just don't understand me.
Those cash registers are not set for me
A decade has passed with customers and me.
And all these interviews you see.
I feel thats just not the job for me.
I hear the railroad tracks as I write this poetry.
Some things are just not meant for me.
What good is it they say your nice to me.
What good is it they say your pretty
I feel the poetry comes easily to me.
Those words come out of my mind dropping naturally.
What good is poetry.
Its the survival of the fittest you see.
Some say who reads the words of poetry,
but those words come so naturally you see.
I'm not in mathematics, I'm not a doctor
or a scientist.
Its the survival of the fittest you see.
those words come flowing naturally.
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Life is a game

Life is a game

by Vinita Singh

Life is a game
It’s a chance we take.
From invisible and unknown
To writing away to editors
Making calls and emails and publishing
and turn yourself around in fame.
From strangers unknown to
falling in love, and turn yourself into a romance
which becomes committed to marriage.
From having hobbies of dancing that are
flowing with music to risking
And one injury and life's taken away.
Life is a game, play the cards right
Take a card and discard it
Turn it around and spin the wheel and win.
Life is a lesson learned,
It’s a chance we take
When we gamble
Life is a game where we
all aim and strife, we all claim the possessions.
From big houses to expensive cars and lots of
Money. Play a lottery everyday,
Take your chance and gamble away.

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Life is easy

Life is easy

by Vinita Singh

Life is easy.
Some say its hard.
Some say its simple.
Some say its fun.
Life is easy.
Some say its a fantasy.
Some say its flowers.
Some say its thorns.
Some have it serious,
some say its laughs.
Life is easy.
Some say its fun,
Some say they won,
in the game.
Some want to run.
Life is easy.
Some say its simple

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