Poetry

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

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.

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 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

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.

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.                                                                 Copyright © 2004