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