The last drop of my tear
"Listen my dear"
Will be wiped off
Do not fear
The care you share
I will surely spare
The gem that's rare
That you polished with care
Will be at your side to bare
Everything you declare
In the hope of our love
And the mercy from above
We shall and will be together
...Without any fear...


©sim

I can not say much
Wouldn't matter anyway
Tell them, who have a say
Maybe they can find a way
Not to cut down trees
As they provide fresh breeze
Infrastructure development
Leading to wildlife extinction
Run out a petition
With people in position
Maybe they would listen
Maybe they would understand
Maybe they would care
Give it a go
Run the show
From high to low
Take help from the law
Let the wild paws live amongst the greenery
Its a very nice breezy scenery
I am sure something could be done
Or are there ears to hear none...


©sim

I feel the cold crawl up my spine
Eventhough am sipping this wine
There is no warmth inside
So I move to the fireplace and sit by the side
Filling my body with the warmth outside
How remarkable are those burning coals
Glowing red to orange, blue to gold
Your thoughts pushed by waves in my mind
Rough edges with no shores to bind
Life gets such tough at times
Every minute, every hour seems like a dime
As I search within the warmth out of cold
The memories of past unfold
Each sip of this vintage drink
Makes my heart rise then sink
But here sitting with my drink alone
My visions blur as I take a step along
Back at the fireplace thinking on my role
While within me dwells my lonesome soul
Just like the fumes from the burning coals...

©sim

My hands so cold
Weary and old
My hair turning grey
As they all say
My eyes getting tired
No longer admired
My body growing weak
Every other week
My pace while I walk
Has decreased like I talk
My style of cooking
Is almost as choking
Am I too old for works?
Or am I burden by mocks
Am I too hurt inside?
That the impact shows outside
Am I unhappy with my life?
That every corner spikes a knife
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I be what I used be?
Everything seems so blurry
My pills finish in a hurry
Laying on my death bed
Memories evolving out sad
The disease in me has no cure
But my love to him was pure
I'm tired, much tired of being awake
Desperately waiting for them to take
Living my torn body here
And my soul up there
A place full of joy and care
Where there's no charge nor fare
By the way I have a Monday fever
Thinking to let go off me at the river
I know I sound crazy
I am not dying yet, am just too lazy...

©sim