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Seema Dec 2017
The moments fade
Like that of many seasons
Leaving appalling memories
And few fake reasons

Just to comfort ones self
And spreading the warmth of smiles
Never letting anyone guess
The walk you take alone in miles

Tho shattered into infinite pieces
Still keeping your frame strong
Waking up everyday like dead
From within, you know you're not wrong

Days spent at work
And free time at the park
While watching the fictional routines of norms
You sit there till dark

You begin to love your solitude
And avoid congestion and loud
Away from the puppeteer world
Into your own little happy crowd

Where you have smiles, kindness
Warmth, and selfless gratitude
The place where the unfortunate children are
You encourage them with positive attitude

With little presents for God's earthly angels
You can't get enough of their cheerful giggles
Left in orphanages and other caring homes
My friends are these, my little smeagols



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Spare a gift this festive season for the unfortunate children.
Seema Dec 2017
He made up his mind
And showed signs of unkind
He picked a chic
That was his best pick
He showed no mercy
That, I could clearly see
He held her tight
While she screamed
And tried to fight
In vain, the chopper,
Dropped in accelerating speed
And quickly the head went off
I began to cough
The scene made me sick
Why was she the pick?
He succeeded with his goal
I watched from the Peephole
Scared, I ran to my room
Hid myself from the site doom
After few hours mum came in
I told her about the committed sin
She smiled and left me in
After a while, mum called
From kitchen or down the hall
I jumped and made my way in a hurry
In my plate she served rice
With chicken curry!!

Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
Long nights
Short days
Emotions fight
In every ways
Cold feels
Give in chills
You away
I begged to stay
Truly miss
Your ravishing kiss
I hoped you stayed
Instead you played
With words along
And left me alone
Still hopes high
Don't know why
It's not a lie
Just seems you're shy
Of what and why
You need to understand
Where we stand
I love you so...
Even more...
You are my...
My only true guy...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
I am alive, yet I feel dead
Broken within, feel so sad
If only time could go back
And lives could extend for few more days
If only I could see him one more time
I wouldn't feel so empty everytime
He never made a single call
He left me all alone
I grew weak, weak then to stone
No feelings, No emotions, No regrets of any sort
Am still the same with my feelings tied in a knot
It was lame that we fought
A childish act who would have thought
If only you could come by without a lie
Set these feelings free, let the knots untie
And I promise to be yours until I die...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
While the sky is falling asleep
My thoughts of you grows deep
Don't think my feelings are cheap
Honestly I would wish to keep,
You in my heart, yet I weep
You left, saying my love was cheap
I know I loved you heaps
Even waited for you for weeks
But you chose elsewhere to seek
Someone better than a freak
That's what you called me, a freak!
Your words hurt me thus am weak
But remember the wise quote
And take that as a note
That, what you sow, you shall reap...


©sim
Seema Dec 2017
Roses are red!!
Scattered on the bed
Really? I saw colorful ones today
I see them in the gardens everyday
Pink, yellow, orange, purple, and white
Some are light some are bright
Some are big some are small
Some are bushy some are single
Some are thorny some are smooth
Whatever style, they all look good
Roses ain't just red!!


©sim
Seema Dec 2017
Drown me in your love so much
So I can forget the world as such
Sinking in my own world of dreams
In your arms, I shall follow this stream
Where absolute love is the value
And money just a paper devalue
Here where happiness lasts
Unlike the reality is a horrible cast
Days go by and nights your entry
Every dream appears in reality
Not in the daylight ofcourse
In dream where night is the source
And nothing is of loss...


©sim
Fiction.
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