Nails in my cofin
Rusted from within
A bearing hatred
Dissolved with my sin
You planted flowers
On my isolated silent grave
Then sat for hours
Telling me to be brave
The flowers dripped ink
Which you poured from above
The ink sipped to sink
Into my skin, to paint your love
In my veins, a new blood
A new me, began to merge
My body swaying in ink flood
O' master, I am ready to serve!


©sim

Across the field
Lay the shield
Of a beheaded
Soldier...
Stuck in the mud
Near a burnt truck
Stood a victories
Sword...
Soaked in red
A few lay dead
Others fled for
Life...
It was war, played
Out of racist hate
Now it's too late
Again...
The sunset seems ******
Dark skies, so cloudy
The atmos looks rowdy
Tonight...
A final racist battle
Maybe to settle
But I hear metal
Rattling...
I was born human first
Before peoples request
On race and religion
Quest...
**** or be killed
A new religion, filled
The society to yield
Acceptance!

©sim

Let those tears fall
It is not the end
Construct another wall
Build a castle instead

Smile for awhile
And breath the breeze
Breakthrough the piles
Don't hold that sneeze

Let it go, let it blow
Live your life as you want
Live with past or be slow
But never say, you can't!

©sim

When all the lights will die
From this planetary universe
Of course you'll wonder, why?
This darkness can't go inverse
Isn't the above lines wrong?
Imbalance of light and dark
Would bring chaos for long
Destructions will leave its mark
Wondering...
Will there be another 'Noahs' ark?
This time or next...

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Draped and wrapped
In white cotton sheet
The decaying corpses
With one missing feet

Lifted and shifted
To the old faint morg
Lugubrious night calls
On the thick creeping fog

Hooded cultivist carry on
Their usual cults and rituals
Missing persons peak the list
No one seems spiritual

The night turns insidious
To the loitering lone beings
Amputated parts in shroud
Left to be seen...

©sim

As I read through the mysteries
And the sense of mythical terror
My pupil widens, when suddenly
The page unfolds, matrix error

The lights, slightly flicker
And I feel those scary chills
The goosebumps popping
And a hallucination, of blood spills

The writings on the article,
Would rearrange somehow
Living me terrified, and thus
Confusing me with the then--and now

Wondering if it may be contagious
Or I may be just overthinking
But alone in this marooned house
I just keep sinking

Shaking off the delusional mirage
I finally find, myself safe at task
But then who am I and who is that, I --
That is wearing my shadow mask

Who is real? O' this is not true
If she is me, then where am I?
Who is she? Just like me
But her, everything seems a lie

Am I stuck in an invisible world,
****** in, a whirlpool of images
There seems no way out
My mind amplifying on edges

A hologram perhaps an illusion
Sapping my memories into the new me
A robotic machine or a demon
I don't know, who holds the key

Everything I see, is a reflection
Of me and my life, present and past
Nothing makes sense at all
Just, my name was,
                                  read out,
                                                  last!



©sim

The singing of chimes
Depicts an untold story
I've not committed a crime
But am still, very sorry

I have a lot to tell
But this place,
has a weary clime
Can you wait, till am well
I sure, witnessed a crime

"Detective", I'll spit out all
Just let me breathe for a while-
Tomorrow I'll give you a call
And then we'll go to "Half Mile"

"The crime scene", Detective
At the corner of the Half Mile road
I am not being introspective
But two guys were carrying a load

They asked me for a lift
But I grew suspicious
So I took a race through swift
Coz they looked insidious

With the head flash light
I could see something dripping
They dropped it and ran for their plight
On the other side, running and tripping

I gathered courage and went to look
My breath weakened, suddenly
And what I saw, made me puke
A body or two smeared bloodily

I then ran back to my car and sped
Next morning, I read the horrible news
And became more scared
I should've reported without any excuse

That's all I know, "Officer Sam"
But I do remember their face
I will definitely help to nail them
And be a witness, in this case...

©sim

Led by a strange shepherd flock
In a small village near a creek
Reached at sharp twelve o'clock
With a look of a daring freak

It was one of the darkest nights
A few dim lights shown far away
It was a silent moonless sight
O' t'is what a tiresome day

Listening to the howls of the wild
I sat on a rock, to wait for daylight
A faint cry of an innocent child
Kept me awake all through the night

A cursed village some say
Located at the foot of a mountain
I hope it's not the one where I've to stay
But that one was near a fountain

'Once I get a solution to end that demon
I will have to continue this journey
To save our children and women
From the evil one, whose disciples are many'

Cold crawling up my frail veins
Like a slithering tree snake
Fog gathering like luminous pain
Over a distant lake


'How long will my village people suffer
From that ruthless false god
He is an evil demon bluffer
Who preaches false word'


'Behind the preaching, he kills for blood
A creature of the dark night
He hides the bones in the mud
Out of everyones sight'

The shepherds boy disappeared
Among the patrols on our way
Hours after he appeared
The darkness slowly faded away

The rocky path led to the old hermit
Who poses magical healing powers
It was hard to get an entry permit
But then welcomed after few hours

The hermit knew my situation
And began his weird chant
He gave me a magical potion
Which was my main want

Now to sprinkle this potion on the demon
And send him back, where he came from
Not another child or women
Shall get victimized in this wrathful storm...

©sim

The sunflower plant hung low
As if on the verge of its death
The soil was moist and raw
Yet the plants seemed, out of breath

The glow of the flowers vanished
And the green leaves wilted
Other flowers followed the same
And with this change, all silted

The sun baked the soil like a mud cake
As watered plants lose their motion
Today they seem to be sick to smile,
A greenhouse, maybe an opt solution?


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An old hollow bowl
Inside it, a dead owl
Filled with charcoal
Buried in a hole
Under the light pole
On the crossroads
Opposite the graves
Near the witches dome
Where believed,
The dark spirits roam
I know this, coz I am,
A wandering soul
Others, the witches stole
I am a carefree witness
I saw, what he did
I saw what all he buried
I also saw the body he hid
And he thought,
Nobody saw his deeds
Planting a dead owl as a seed
Like some secret treasure
That no one can find
I looked closely
He buried, jewels of all kind
He has no idea,
What he had done!
The witch knows it all
Soon it will be his call
My friend, beware
Of the watchful unknown
There's an empty grave
Waiting,
With your name alone!

©sim

I have dealt with this before,
This feeling...
I am dealing with it again,
This feeling...

The outer look matters
Rather the taste of inner
The shape and color of a bottle
Looks fancy and appealing
Rather its contents, so bitter

Beauty on face, complexion
So beautiful
Inside a dark, deep infested nest
Ugly and untruthful

Painted figures, expensive makeup
Lucious lips
Pleasing to ones eyes
Caring heart, kind soul, unpleasant appearance
Yet, doubtful cries

Whatever is beautiful, matters!
Regardless to the consequences
Most see the outer appearance and judge
Hardly see the innocent smile,
                            ...of the less fortunate

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I am short, he is tall
I am tint, he is fair
He calls me his doll
And handles me with care

He loves me alot
I do to, the same way
He is cool, I am not
Cute couples, people say

Holding hands, walking
Joking, and teasing
Laying on beach, talking
His every word, pleasing

When asleep, he snores
I told him sometime back
Like how the cow moos
Without its pack

I blushed, when he said
I purr, in my sleep
Blanket over my head
He likes to see me sleep

We are adults, yet
It feels like we are teens
In the rain, playing till wet
He says, am his queen

He has a heart of gold
Never discriminated my physique
Together we are growing old
Each moment, fills with magic

Cute couples, together forever
Love in love we always stay
Never leave me ever,
My love, he would always say...


©sim

The rain pours unsteadily
Like how my tears do
Slowly and swiftly
Turning my days blue

The beats of my heart
Struggles to pace
Leaving me shattered
With a puffed up face

Sitting by the rear window
Glancing at the raindrops
Pouring tears inside
One slit and the blood drops

Slow breaths but still alive
A prescription to pain relief
Has plucked my senses
And refreshed my mind

Gone are the loved ones
As I remember and grief
Accidents happen rapidly
Leaving lives blown,
             like a quivering leaf...


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She, who hides in the shadows
Wearing several mask on her face
Observe her rigid scaly hands
She lives in a dark lonely place
Away from the wickedness
In her own world of sorrow
Each day she gets near a grave
Doubting if the sun will rise tomorrow
Her eyes, sunken like a dried well
Neither a single drop of tear,
Pours down her wrinkled face
Nor a single sign of worry and fear,
One can ever imagine to trace
It's hard to tell, what weighs more
As my eyes sees her outside pain
Inside must be a ruin of memories
Like a barren land, without rain
She lost everything and everyone
Now she's almost like a living tomb
The landslide during an earthquake
Buried her family in the natures womb
Once lively, full of lifes happiness
One disaster, and everything fell apart
Shocked of being alive and alone
Shattered was her fragile heart...

©sim

Fights, terror, bomb blasts
The deafening sirens forever lasts
In the hearts and souls of many
Who confront such hurtful journey
Each day living and dying
Running to save lives, trying
But the inhumane are ******
Polished by government, well toned
How long will this war last?
How many more humans will fast?
With no food or water to feed
The women and children in need
News flash in on different channels
As media handsover the control panels
In the hands of those behind the curtains
Laying out the corrupt media patterns
I often get sad and wonder,
Why should we only "Rest In Peace"
Why can't we all live in Peace too!!

©sim

A beggar begs for money
To afford his wants and needs
His helplessness looks funny
To some overgrown weeds
Once he owned so many things
Money became his greatest power
Pride and ego his greedy wings
Soon left him to beg in his last hour
The wise often say,
What goes around comes around
Coz karma has million eyes
It digs your deeds from underground
And makes you pay for your wealthy lies
On the streets, under the trees, over the bridge
His golden birds flew,
Sitting alone, wondering on the ridge
Remembering and recalling how he grew
A wealthy thief, who was unknown
Ripped off the poor with what they had
Now, his karma seems to have shown
Living, yet wishes he was dead...

©sim

A blown kiss,
Makes my day
A thrown bliss,
I catch on my way
A word or two,
I utter in reply
That's what I do,
And it's not a lie
At times I smile
Thinking of life
It's been awhile
I guess its a rife
Most people think
Maybe the sameway
But few do sink
Others halt at a bay
I am at a shore
The waves reach my feet
Touches my hearts core
And all my feelings meet,
Within my realm
I plague my emotions
My senses exists to claim
And draws all the solutions
Yet we complain
About our issues
And deliriously proclaim
While wetting tissues
Calm oneself and focus
The answers lies within
Believe in positive forces
And you will finally win...

©sim

"Jack"
((sign))
Yes, "Jill"
What is in that sack?
Nothing "Jill"
Isn't it time to fetch water
Ya, but...... "Jack"
I want to know
It's trash to throw, "Jill"
Then why you climbed up this hill
You could have thrown elsewhere
"Jack", .....Yes "Jill"
You are lying to me
I am not, ..... "Jill"
I felt, I would miss this moment with you
So I forgot to throw this on my way
Sitting here with you...... ((signs))
Open the sack, "Jack"
Why? You don't believe me?
I want to believe you, ....."Jack"
But my eyes wants to see
No!
Why not, ..... "Jack"
Because it will smell
Ofcourse, it will "Jack"
Huh!!!
Yes! The blood is dripping from the sack
What have you done, "Jack"?
((silent signs))
What,..... "Jack"?
It's another ****, isn't it?....isn't it?
Yes,...."Jill"
His the last of the gang, that killed you
Now you can rest in peace, "Jill"
I will just tumble this sack over
Then fetch some water, down the hill
I miss you, "Jill"
Do you miss me to?
Yes, "Jack", but you shouldn't have killed
Why not?, "Jill"
They took my life away
So I took their knives and slittered the same way
As, they did to you...((cries))
I will join you shortly, "Jill"
I will join you shortly...

©sim

Perry and Pieper
Friends by far
Perry is a fruit lover
And Pieper is a Viper
Perry picks red cherries
While Pieper offers an apple
Perry bites on a side
As Pieper hisses away
Both happy and merry
Suddenly there's a sway,
The cherry basket falls
As Perry's skin turns dark
From her hand, the apple falls
Death has put a mark
Pieper hisses and hides  
On the apple tree, afar
Perry, perishes aside
Remembering, how Eve
Was offered an apple by
A snake - probably a Viper!


©sim