Poetry

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content     Copyright © 2004

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 ...

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. Copyright © 2004

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 Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content   Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright ...

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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 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. Spam Copyright Mature Content   Copyright © 2004

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. Copyright © 2004

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

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content   Copyright © 2004

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. Spam ...

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content   Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content   Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

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 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 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 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 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 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. Spam Copyright Mature Content Copyright © 2004

The Reflection The Lonliness How Can I forget A Dad The Feeling of Love My Day in Such a Silent Way At Night She was beautiful Angels from heaven I want to be free Let me weep these tears The Music Rhythm Dancing It was so late As I Cry The Calmness The Winter Snow Survival of the Fittest Life is a Celebration The wanderer Let me be alone Life is a journey Friends Lives Lost They are in the heavens Overqualified Lets Dance I'm confidant A bond of friendship Its two o’clock midnight past Distracted Who am I Release me Overwhelmed Rejected We are souls from heaven Go Slow, Start over again. Emotions Material Things Let me be I walk in the dark alone