Sunday, October 21, 2012

The innocenence of a women

The innocence of a women,
 A sense of perfection,
with hidden secrets in her diary.
A word of love.
written as she imagined
it in mesmorization.
The innocence of a women
The fragrance of a flower,
As she smelled her perfumes
Touched by the essence,
The innocence of a women
Dressed in comfort ready to 
be seen by someone,
As at love at first sight.
The innocence of a women
dreaming and dwelling dancing
away as she dreamt of her love
which she could never have
and not realizing what she had
as emotions of tear droplets fell
from her eyes.
                          Copyright@Vinita Singh Oct. 21, 2012

Persistancy was who I was

Sunday Oct. 21, 2012


 Broken into pieces of emotions.
 Rejected and judged a thousand times.
 Wept like the rivers.
 And yet walked the tides and came alive.
 Persistancy was who I was.
 Striving for perfection.
Doing what I loved with the passion of writing
And dancing,
Lifes struggles made me stronger then ever.
I was not still as I should be.
Persistancy was who I was.
Wanting to take risk with life.
And falling in love with who I was.
Showing many different colors.
And yet never showing my emotions,
As I had become funny
Well liked by others
A personality of colors
Came into  me.
I was not young anymore.
Not that teenager I had wanted to be.
But now doing the acts of an adult
Life had switched roles in a decade.
For I realized that time couldn’t come alive again.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Stagnant

Stagnant  
Its nights and days
All mundane
Its nights and days
To entertain others
With writing and dancing.
Its nights and days
With chirping birds
And silence at night
Stagnant and still
Is life within
Some say I’m running
Some say I’m still
I feel its mundane
I still want to entertain
Stagnant and still
Is life within
Some say stay mundane
Some say entertain.
Stagnant and still
Is life within.
June 12, 2012 Copyright@Vinita Singh

Dwellers are Dwellers

Dwellers are dwellers
And lovers are lovers
Moments are passed
Of imagination and fantasy
As dwellers dwell upon their dreams.
Lovers love in ecstasy
As dwellers dwell in consistency
Lover imagine in fantasy
Dwellers are dwellers 
And lovers are lovers
Winters are passed and summers
Are gone
What do dwellers do when it's past dawn
Lovers are into reality and gone in their
Dreams
Dwellers are dwellers and lovers are lovers 
Copyright @2012. VinitaSingh. July 10, 2012

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Whats done is done

Whats done is done
And can’t be undone
I’ve followed my ways
I’ve traveled alone
Its all in the past
In ups and downs
And turn arounds
Whats done is done
And can’t be undone
I’ve learned my lessons
And had the sessions
I’m vindictive Im defensive
Whats done is done
And cant be undone.
I cant be twenty
I’m only older
I’ve had my tears
I’ve had my laughs.
I’ve had my shares of failures
Im vindictive  Im defensive
I like it just the way I am.
April 26, 2012 Vinita Singh@copyright 3:30 P.M.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Its the Irony of life

Its the irony of life
from imperfection to demands,
to being the biggest in perfection.
Its the irony of life
we chase from adventure to demands,
to being the busiest.
Its the irony of life
from some blessed with love
to some sinning in affairs
to some not appreciating anything.
Its the irony of life from extreme happiness to
extreme sadness, to depression.
Its the irony of life of trying everything from perfect,
jobs to wanting perfect love,
to some moving and having change and not
living life to the fullest.
Its the irony of life of creating and inventing with the mind,
to having an unpeaceful mind of destructing things.
                                                               
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