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.