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Seema Jan 2018
Standing on the edge
Looking from the top
He said, he'll catch
So I let myself drop
My wings didn't work
So I landed on a rock
He sealed me in a box
And placed a silver lock
Then off the edge,
He tossed the box...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Jan 2018
My eye strains
Looking at you
My body pains
Working for you

An evil boss
Overtime obsessed
Fear of loss
Does his best

I quit today
He's a pain
**** this day
He's insane

Charming dude
Oh yes, he is
Always rude
Never at ease

Busy life
Single cool
No wife
Acting like fool

Goodbye work
Am out for good
No more mocks
Defined mood!

©sim
My previous job was such a swamp :)
Seema Jan 2018
When the leaves will fall
You would miss me
When the cold will crawl
You would wish for me

When tears will fill your eyes
You would long for me
When you breakdown with cries
You would wish for me

When you watch the stars at night
You would think of me
When you sitting at a height
You would wish for me

When your tears will finally dry
You would intend to forget me
When you drink and cry
You would only wish for me

©sim
Or maybe not...
Seema Jan 2018
My pen is broken
My watch is broken
My heart is broken

The ink is soaked
The watch is choked
The heart is stroked

My pen strapped
My watch tapped
My heart wrapped

Pen was cleaned
Watch was whined
Heart was bandaged

Hand began to write
Watch turned the hour right
Heart sank with plight

I capped the pen
When the hour turned ten
I let my heart learn

©sim
Lessons learnt, move on...
Seema Jan 2018
In my shoes
I walk alone
Laces loose
I step on stones

Wicked days
Time is short
Unpredictable ways
I hope its not

With heavy heart
Days look grey
Breaking in parts
I kneel to pray

A happy feel
I smile today
Walking on heels
I waited for this day

©sim
Seema Jan 2018
On the bed I lay
Bubble by bubble I let my breath sway
Deep below this ocean
Where there is no escape way
My fate struck bad luck on this very day
Friends and families gathered today
For a cruise tour over the bay
This happened in the month of May
The boat caught up near a far strait
Where current flowed in massive state
No one knew we would meet up with a blow
When the boat began to move slow
The engine stuck alerted the crew
Knowing so, our fears grew
The captain immediately called on rescue
Most people had life jackets on
While I was left alone in the queue
One sudden bang and I was thrown below
Lucky I sank holding onto a rope let low
I thought it was my death fall
But few hours later, I realised it was a rescue call
I was saved from death
Which I was about to meet
I never reached the seabed that lay to my greet
I got lucky as I am alive and safe in my own bed...

©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Seema Jan 2018
This night is cold
In my hands I hold
Your letters, now old
Each one, I open and fold
Gone are the days
Those beautiful ways
Of our regular meetings
The long walks and sittings
Am so much missing
And absolutely wishing
For you to be by my side
But you decided to hide
From everyone who loved you
You left us!!
Who knew it would be our last meet?
Who knew the promises to keep?
Who knew you would betray?
Who knew the days would turn gray?
Who knew you would become a General?
Who knew today I would be here at your funeral?
Who knew the battle you went to?
To imagine to be in your shoe
You were the bravest amongst all
You took that bullet saving all
You were my love dear
Please promise to stay near
My days are going in fear
Every memory brings down a tear
It's been years now with these letters
Soon I will join you, that's all that matters
I hope our love stays same when we meet
Together we shall unite at the Lords feet...

©sim
Totally fictional write. Spilling imagination.
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