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Seema Jan 2018
A chill ache of fright
I sit here writing tonight
Nothing feels alright
Night is no longer bright

The air seems damp
People crying in their camps
Far away lit are the weak wreckered lamps
Streets overcrowded with empty traffic jams

The night has turned silent
The BANGS! and firings has become violent
The powerful has shown their talent
The leaders abandon with no relent

No rivers flowed in pure
No medicines available to cure
Every epidemic spawn to lure
Death has come upon for sure

Will there be a grave sight?
No one alive to take either flight
Everyone knows the war wasn't right
But weary matters handed in plight

Bloodshed stamped everywhere
Families dismantled from far and near
I myself feel am not getting anywhere
From this graveyard there is no escape to dare

The approach of twilight
The gunning and bombing in daylight
Unpredictable killings and fights
This has dropped the earth from many heights

I see my upcoming death
I feel my stuckup breath
My tears have dried
From so long cries

The world is literally torn
When the evil got born
In its web the humans sown
There is no next dawn

The ground shaking mad
Drowning in the dead
The ink has turn red
I feel the dead wreaths on my bed

Another day left to be
Another trench left to see
Another life left to flee
Another room unlocked with key

All I hear is...
BOOM!!!BOOM!!BOOM!!!
Outside my wretched room
The earth, the humans, the livings, here comes our DOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
Alas!!!


©sim
Spilling thoughts & imagination.
Seema Jan 2018
Each day tears pour as rain,
Terribly hurt and torn going insane,
Hundreds of ideas hitting my brain,
Depression crutches each root of my vein,
You showed me that life has no gain,
And filled me with all types of pain,
To whom do I owe this gratitude of pushing me in drain,
Covering my body with words and feelings of filth,
Knowingly causing the vision of spilth,
And assuring me that my life is worthless living,
For which, till this day I am still grieving,
Of the bitterness you shedded on me,
With the cruel attitude you let me be,
I have learnt karma has its own way of dealing,
Till then am making my life worth living...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema Jan 2018
Some measure love as depth of an ocean,
Then realise it's nothing worth a motion,
Some measure love as the height of the sky,
Then realise it's nothing worth a meaningless cry,
Some praise love as a significant of godliness,
Then realise it's nothing but a mock of loneliness,
Some say love is pure to heart,
Then realise it's just another type of art,
Some believe love is powerful then money,
Then realise without it there is no honey,
Some say love happens at first sight,
Then realise it was not absolutely right,
Some say love is blind,
Then only realise when they fall and unwind,
Love has become a joke for most,
Hunting its prey on online post,
When will the real feel come,
When will people stop acting like dumb,
When will my heart linger to love you,
For your love to me is almost due...


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
In the rain,
You boarded the train,
So many stuffs clouding your brain,

I could see the tension rising on your face,
One could tell the wrinkles by trace,

Silently I speak seeing you seated in front of me,
You gazed my way but pretended not to see,

What could be the reason behind your sadness?
Looking away I drown in my own madness,

We have been traveling together for few years,
Yet none had guts to talk cause of our fears,

As we reached the destination, I saw you leave,
I watched you from behind, touched your sleeve
You never responded, that made my heart grieve,

I left the cabin last, noticing a business card,
Flipped it up, I saw scribbled "life is hard"
As I reached my office, I dialed the number on the card,
A sad voice answered, sorry this call is barred,

I called again, this time, I spoke first,
Hi, am Sim, we travel in same train everyday,
Saw you sad, couldn't help calling you today,

I hope I could help if only you could talk,
Lets meet at the coffee shop down the block,

I saw you seated at the usual place,
"Black coffee please"!, I ordered in pace,

He looked relaxed, as our conversation started,
All this while he was thinking of me, which startled,

Things got smooth after a long walk,
With coffee in hand and him with his talk...

©sim
Poetic story. Fictional write. Spilling imagination.
Seema Jan 2018
My faith in you has doubled O' Lord,
Your grace has lifted me to voice my word,
To pour my feelings and write my thoughts,
Positive or negative emotions I've fought,
Thanks to those who have motivated me,
Pushed me to the limits to open up and see,
The value of unspoken words that one can feel,
For this life is none other than like a running wheel,
Traveling on bumpy, rough, dusty and smooth roads,
Carrying on its back the daily heavy lifes load,
The observations around has given me inspiration,
That it keeps me going like am writing the poem revelation,
My poems, is influenced through real happenings around,
Some are based on dream, imaginary, factual profound,
Most of all I feel great writing and exploring this talent,
Which was buried in me and stayed pretty silent,
Once again, thank you to all my HelloPoetry friends,
Will continue to write until the words in my head ends...

©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema Jan 2018
The plant looked dead,
It made me wonder as well as sad,
I observed the plant to see the cause,
It was indeed dead ofcourse,
The trunk was rotten,
Mostly forgotten,
It stood there dead,
My gaze caught a spot of green,
I suppose no one noticed this scene,
On the stem of an overhanging branch,
I watered this plant and trimmed the dead branch,
After few weeks the leaves grew,
And it was amongst everyone's view,
After few months a green branch sprouted,
With hearted satisfaction I doubted,
Thinking it may not last long,
But I was wrong,
Down few more days,
It grew stronger out of the ways,
Soon I noticed the budding,
And the blooms flooding,
What a beautiful sight to see at last,
The life returning in a dying plant...


©sim
Observation.
Seema Jan 2018
Sitting out on the porch,
Watching the **** cockroach,
Flying from wall to wall,
Oh! I've just seen it fall,
Now running on the floor,
It neared the main door,
With a blink of an eye it disappeared in the dark,
Not long I saw a shadow mark,
And that of a tree gecko leaping from the side wall,
Flew in the cockroach from the tree tall,
I saw the gecko aiming at its prey,
Moving slowly camouflaging itself as grey,
The roach froze and Bingo! the gecko caught its prey...

©sim
Just an observation I had today.
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