Poetry

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