Poetry

 I walk and I walk and I say everything is okay. Just some feet aching here and there. it’s all ok. From cheer-leading tryouts, to distance running to dancing.  Practicing and teaching many dance workshops, to learning Kathak dance again who would have thought, would I be able to jump again? Would I be able to stomp and tap again? Would I be able to do ten circles again? What’s broken is broken, but I’m not broken. It’s all okay. I’ll be a new me.  It’s all okay; I’m walking every day, "What is all this tendonitis"? and arthritis. Just words you see I sing, you see l listen to music, you see I talk on the phone, and I’m ok. I’m still teaching dance in a new way. I’m still doing everything, A little aching here and there, legs and feet a little weak. I’m ok. You see, I’m just growing. Just a little pause, to watch what dance steps I did.  Just a little pause, to learn the dance steps more. Just a little pause no more tears. I’m blessed th

           The rivers by the grassland Shallow yet narrow Glowing from the sun With a spark As the dust of dawn The rivers by the grassland Shallow yet narrow Define the beauty of a lady Walking nearby holding her lovers hand As she turns to him laughing and walking Etiquitely, wearing her long gown, Dressed in pink, heels so high As she, laughs at his jokes. The rivers by the grassland, As she gazes deeply into her lover’s eyes Standing still and smiling at him. Dreaming only to be with him for eternity by the rivers by the grassland. Only, to hold him by her arms tightly, and comfort him. Whispering words of love, deeply As she, walked slowly, by the rivers by the grassland.                                                                   Copyright@ Vinita Singh March 15, 2019

Her dreams were there, but her imagination was beyond. Her mind was not still, Her thoughts ruminating. Thinking and fantasizing.  Her reality was still Her mind was not still. Her thoughts, ruminating. Thinking of an incidence, laughing at herself. Of extreme laughter.  Dreaming of thoughts Not in her reality. Only wishing  what she had  Missing in life. Her mind was not still. Her thoughts ruminating.  Staying still in her room, Her comfort place, Only rethinking, reliving the past. Only repeating what moments had happened in her life. Dreaming of unreality imagining only the reality. When a moment Was gone,  That moment was the past. That moment's present was over. Would it be stronger the moment she had relived thinking It a thousand times. Would it be stronger in the future?  The moment she lived. The moment she suppressed. The moment she  I wanted again and again. Her mind was not still. Her thoughts ruminating.                      

Yes Life has its turns, With Kids fevers running With them falling from high Flat on their face,  scrapes on their face, Twists on their leg a ligament, with lifes turns And surprises,  Everything is ok With running to doctors offices All through the day.  Yes my emotions running through And wondering what will I do one day Wheres my life I’m only getting older. What does destiny and faith have for my future As some say stay in the present, What about the past, was it wasted, with all my writing and dancing. Even though I desire to see a play so long and really long to even be in Acting. Whats the fear now, Only to be judged and rejected. What about the rejections, so many have I had that I begin to wonder Another rejection what difference does it make.  Yes My feeling are numb, I’m not young anymore.  Hiding my emotions And suppressing it. Still desiring something.  Confused,   at who I really am, Still wishing what is that

                                        It’s not the reality, it’s not the dream. I feel my dreams are more comforting than my reality. A dream of the moon, and a song is being sung. A dream of an angel passing by while I ask him will I be successful.   A dream of faces I’ve never seen, with dresses and jewelry all in my dreams. What is the reality, day to day mundane, I clean and I clean And suddenly it’s in my dreams.   Tired am I in my reality that I feel wasted time has come. In my dreams I get comfort from angels. Faces so clear, faces so vivid. It’s all an illusion you see. Not the reality you want it to be. Can we have everything the way we want in our life, Time just comes and then it’s gone Wasted time how do you say that, reality just keeps going. In our dreams we’re singing and dancing. We’re laughing and comforted. But if reality itself is an illusion, then itself reality is just a dream So a dream in a dream is more beautiful than the reality

What is this being perfect. Why are we striving for perfection. And who is really perfect. All of us with some imperfections. What is this judging or criticizing. Why are we competing and making anxiety. When everyone is unique and All of us with some imperfections. What is this complaining and having jealousy, And making fun of others creating discomfort And uneasiness in relationships When everyone is unique and All of us with some imperfections What is this making fun of others And analyzing them, When everyone is unique and All of us with some imperfections. Copyright@Vinita Singh Sept. 19, 2015