A Bad Day Cannot Destroy her

She bear all the bad phase,
By wearing beautiful smile on her face.
She tolerate her heart pains,
By pretending it to be bad veins.
She cannot say it all,
Rather than pressing her head on wall.
No she was not born to be sad,
She can make it through well.
She can owe her own happiness,
She cannot degrade herself.
She can stand still,
With her powerful will...
 -Pooja Singh

Flame and Snowfall

There's this flame in her eyes,
You won't oppose taking a look at her,
Be that as it may, you too know if you take a look at her,
You yourself catch fire,
What's more? there's no returning.
 

There's this snowfall when she grins,
You won't stop yourself to admire her,
Be that as it may, you too know if you admire her,
You will begin losing yourself,
Also, you won't get yourself again.
- Pooja Singh

Love Desires Two to Breath

The courses of the wind has changed,

The leaves from the tree has faded.

Ship has lost its way on the sea,

While looking for its addressee.

That stranger is laughing,

Who has stolen your love.

And because the malignancy accumulated in you,

All the light in your life were blew.

The only thing that can be experienced alone is death,

Because love desires two to breathe.

Memories are tainted,

Thoughts are polluted.

You almost forgot to live like a free bird,

And all the words were once unheard.

Because the only thing that can be experience alone is death,

As love desires two to breathe.

The poems you have written for him thousand times,

It has already been done in someone else's life.

Don't listen to the song again in which you had belief,

Wake up and divorce your grief.

As the only thing that can be experienced alone is death,

Because love desires two to breathe.

-Pooja Singh 

Like A Moth Hovers

She was waiting for him

Like a Moth hovers around the fire.

She runs, she runs and she keeps running away,

but there was no escape because she always ended up on his desire.

Where does she want to escape? 

Nowhere..., Because she always wanted to be a prisoner of his heart.

She writes, she writes, and  she keeps writing always,

Because he always ended up being her art.

She is still waiting for him

Like a Moth is still hovering around the fire.

-Pooja Singh

She is Butterfly

She is like a butterfly

She is afraid of people

And she fears everyone's touch.

She is delicate and fragile

Yet, she is full of color.

She spreads her color

Wherever she goes.

She carries the essence of flowers

And leaves her fragrance in everyone's life.

She's got a soft heart that forgives lies

But with brave wings, she always flies. 

-pooja singh