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Seema Jan 2018
My heart grows weak
When I see you
My thoughts speak
To be with you
My emotions seek
To love you
But you damaged my heart
Now it leaks, part by part
My veins start to bust
As I write your name on dust
Then I cry and sink in tears
And taunt myself that,
I couldn't console my fears
My mind is stable
But my heart is still weak
It's been weeks
Now I feel better
As there are no leaks
My heart is repaired
And I am ready
For that special one that I seek...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Jan 2018
The smell of burning incense
Awakes my sleeping senses
The ringing of temple bells
You got go, that's what mum tells
To the morning prayer
Which I love, is not rare
As each day starts with Gods name
The days go by almost the same
Peaceful atmosphere all around
As the smell of yagna surrounds
The air purified from negative vibes
And silently the bees leave their hives
The locals then extract the pure honey
Which is sold and thus a source of money
Life is just perfect living with less noise
Here in the village, but it's ones choice
To choose the style of life they prefer
And if asked to me, I always refer
To the place where I would love stay
Is in my village, where we all had our own way...

©sim
Seema Jan 2018
They called her ugly
And she cried in silence
I walked to her
We sat and talked for few hours*

My theory 1
While God was making you
He received a call
So he quickly tried to finish the physic of you
Only left was to put a soul in you
So he went to attend the emergency
By the time he got back to you
He realised that you looked ok but not perfect
Since he loved you so much he placed a beautiful soul in you
Therefore, my dear a person with the right vision will see this beauty beyond your ugliness

My theory 2
God made another, very beautiful person
The perfect being, the mesmerizing body
Everything was so godly perfect
As God was about to put a beautiful soul in this body
He was called in emergency, so he left his work there,
By the time God got back, he was bit disturbed
So he placed an ugly soul in this perfect being
Realizing later of what he did
God said, only the people with the right vision will see what you are from within
Likewise, my dear many will be enchanted by your beauty and this beauty will cover up your ugly soul
After this talk this girl felt happy and glad
That she was worth the same as the other made by the same God
Be blessed of who you Are from inside out...


©sim
I wrote this, cause it made that person feel better and worth. I am not discriminating or judging anyone on their looks/appearance, so please don't take what I wrote as negative...
Seema Jan 2018
This rain
Washes my pain
Cools my head
Hydrates my brain
Dilutes my tears
And drains my fears
We no longer together
It's been many years
Suddenly he shows up
With his coffee cup
And my scars open
To bleed with sorrow
As if there's no tomorrow
I walked away unrecognized
In the rain, I disguised
He followed to apologize
But I failed to recognise
This rain helped me
To let go of my past
From where it all began
Time just went too fast*

©sim
It has been raining heavily since yesterday. So just weaved on this FICTIONAL write.
Seema Jan 2018
Am tired of laying beneath this grave
It's damp, dark and cold like cave
Once nailed in, there is no escape
Just counting days in fear with grace

My spirit denies to go
For your love is getting hard to forget
Under this six feet low
I still crave for your love now hard to get

The nights and days are same here
I weep to live but shed no tear
The Lord of death has caste my spirit down
For it was not my time to die he found

Stuck in spirit world with unknown clowns
Here is a demon who wears a rusty crown
I met your relative who was a victim of drown
Unfortunately, we all suffer from this surround

Now, living with no visibility at all
It's painful to see, as you don't respond my call
I have to dwell for the next thousand days
Before my spirit is freed as the messenger says

Am saddened as I couldn't live to my vow
This world here is where we spirits bow
There is a complete silence with ugly spirits around
So I stay near my grave or just beneath the ground

©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination on a rainy Sunday :-)
Seema Jan 2018
A myth untold
A torn page flew
A book, unfold
In the wind it blew

My thoughts, my write
I cannot seem to find
A gist of fright
No pages to bind

Why, my mind
You cannot think
Help me rewind
These eyes I blink

Instead you wonder
In the ruins here
A lot to ponder
If he was near

A writer, proud
I wanted to be
He did not encourage
Nor hoped to see

In these ruins found are pages
Ripped, torn lying naked
Its been long, its been ages
Piece by piece stuck forsaken

It was my fate
To have left you
Even if it's late
I'll still wait for you

From these ruins I oversee
The city where we used to be
Now I have all to give
In torn pages, here I live


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imaginations!!
Seema Jan 2018
I tried binding my feelings for sometime
                      Unfortunately it kept spilling everytime

So I left such feelings to haunt you down
                      As am moving away, away from this town...


©sim
Fictional. Not going anywhere ;-)
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