Poetry

Love is a feeling Of desire evoked with seduction A sensuous touch of affection A moment of two people with deep attraction An anticipation without An expectation Two souls combining With meaning who Have stared at each other with Words of flirtation Love is a feeling Of two souls holding hands And walking Together communicating With eyes and not a word spoken Love is a feeling of desire of Two souls caressing one another And holding each other in comfort With an energy of two bodies In strong comfort. Vinita Singh copyright@ July 19, 2013

Gratitude is what I find, With friends   with words of kind soft voices Of blessings in disguise guiding me like angels Showing me of right and wrong directions. Gratitude is what I find, with an editor Mentoring me with words of sentences to Paragraphs and more. Gratitude,   is what I find with a dance teacher Guiding me as if a five year old starting to walk And flowing gently from walking to dancing In circles gently making expressions with eyes and hands And feet. Gratitude is what I find in a father who makes her daughter laugh And jokes with her as if she is still a child at heart. Gratitude is what I find with a husband taking care of his children With so much love and giving his wife the greatest shelter and comfort She needs. Gratitude is what I find with a mother who is happy to see her grandchildren And cooks for them with such affection. Gratitude is what I find with a brother who speaks to his sister Straight forward and speaks

I picture it in my dreams. The waves and the cool breeze  Make me feel at ease. I hear the subtle sound  of the ocean in my mind. Its no surprise with me dreaming and laying there by its landslide. There's an ocean in years I haven't seen, Its multicolored colors all mixed inside. Like a Kaleidoscope radiant blue As eyes of a beauty in her twentie's Laying by her lover feeling the ocean waves at shore. There's an ocean in years I haven't seen where I feel a silence that's deep within. I am in complete balance as I feel the waves reach my feet beneath There's an ocean in years I haven't seen. I imagine it in my dreams.                                                               copyright@Vinita Singh  July 29, 2014

See my tears and I am weeping, Yet it is tears of joy. When a soul has touched my heart by a hug. As I danced in yearning emotions, with the strongest desires to be hugged again. And yet I feared that I would never see the soul again. See my tears and I am weeping, and yet when the soul was near me, I cared not to meet him nor did I hug him. Now that he is gone yet I yearn to see him. Only dwelling how foolish I was in front of him. See my tears and I am weeping. Yet my soul has grown stronger with emotions, with the memory  of me dancing in excitement. Knowing only that once I danced in front of him. My emotions only desired for the attention once given by him. See my tears and I am weeping, yet it is only to wish to see the soul once again. Copyright @Vinita Singh June 29, 2013

Some people come into our lives. We see their face, we hear their voice. From a distance we see them working. We hear as to paige them. An energy pulls us near them, and with strength we approach them. An energy pulls us near them and we say things about ourselves. Even though the crossroads pass, the memories stay forever. An energy pulls us near them. The crossroads meet and then they part, but the moments met were there. Copyright@Vinita Singh April 6, 2013

I hear the birds. I see the trees. I feel the stillness. I see the roses, the liveliness with the stillness. The voices of the people. The birds chirping. The roses bright and still, The liveliness with the stillness. I feel the warmth, the calm cool air surrounded with noise of cars so calming and soothing. The liveliness and stillness, what a sight to feel. Copyright@Vinita Singh  June 5, 2013

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