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Seema Dec 2017
These tears, drop for a reason
They don't have any desired season
Like the monsoon it sheds
It makes no sound as it's unheard
Wets the pillows and the sheets
Dreams are sweet but reality speaks
The emotions flow when tears roll
No one beside you, no one to call
You try to block your heart, creating a wall
Fail in vain, and tears begin to fall
You take courage to subside the issues
But when you look around, you see wet tissues
Who is there to understand the weeping heart?
Which day by day stumbles and falls apart
Everyone has their own ends and starts
This crying and weeping is everyones art
I wipe these tears off my face
As I now understand my unusual case...

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Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
My inbox is empty
My draft is full
Friends you have plenty
Feelings you have none
Online status shows active
But seems I'm on your spam list
I guess you are selective
Or maybe just ******
You started to ignore
I bet its nothing new now
For there is nothing more
I can do...



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Just scribbles
Seema Dec 2017
My mind is at peace
But my heart is in pieces
My body stands tall
Even after the great fall
My eyes filled with tears
But won't shed as it fears
My breath grows weak
At times when I speak
My hands tremble bad
But now I feel glad
My bed is placed in this room
But it almost seems like a doom
My stitches look awful
But you became useful
You witnessed it all
You witnessed my fall
I'm not dead yet
As I have other plans in life to set...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
Pull me
Close
For I am your
Dose
Lay me a
Kiss
On my luscious
Lips
Hold my
Hand
And take me to
The end
Till this love
Blooms
A day from
Tomorrow
You become
my bridegroom
And me your
bride
I hold your hand
Now with pride


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Fictional scribbles.
Seema Dec 2017
The days go by
Yet the truth untold
They say I lie
But the mystery is yet to unfold
I saw the scene I saw it all
He killed that man over the fall
I narrated the whole scene to them
But they say, they needed a clue
A witness of the killing
Someone who was willing
To report the misery
I tried convincing him to believe
But no action taken till the eve
The authorities questioned me the next day
I told them I saw the ****** the other day
Man with a red hood and a track suit
Wearing dark glasses as if aiming for a loot
Within seconds, stabbed the guy and ran away
He didn't see me, and ran off the other way
You have to believe me!!
It's not one of those hallucination
Doctors say I am doing fine with less reaction
"And the officer went away, with a smile"
I knew he didn't believe cause am still under medication
Am a patient of schizophrenic but not a manic
I saw the culprit with my eyes
But all say that my statement were lies
Its been over a month, yet the killing is now a mystery
And soon the files would close, the case a history!

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Spilling imagination. Fictional poetic story.
Seema Dec 2017
There comes a time
When all things seem unreal
Even the kindest soul
Looks drenched in darkness
And you and me just don't exist
Upon nightfall of each day
Staring at the starless sky
The fear of losing you
Turns my life's rainbow grey
It is my only wish to be with you
Regardless of how far or near
The distance may be
You are always close
Close, just like the beats of my heart
Drawing closer, being my part
One step at a time
And I tip toed into your gentle arms
Never before, this feeling came about
I feel as to scream and shout out loud
That you are my love, my one and only
A better half of me
Full of life, my dream, my love
We shall never grow apart
Tho distance may divide us
But never again, shall this heart be  
Shattered into pieces
Like how you found me one day
Drowning in my tears and collecting
My hearts broken pieces
The melody you played that day
Slowly repaired the strings of my soul
How fortunate, I am today
To be standing beside you
While you holding me gently
Blowing my sorrows miles away
And filling me with your unconditional love




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Fictional write.
Unrhymed, raw scribbles.
Seema Dec 2017
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No wills to fight
Head feels light
As if empty plight
Eyes ache of bright
All wrong seems right
I don't think am alright
Standing staring upright
Then down to the heights
Head swings on sight
Direct fall, yet you grip tight
My hand covered with blight
You ignited a light
And carried me home that night...


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