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Seema 4d
You don't need to, close your eyes
It's just my steps, and drops of rain
The floor is cold
And you in pain
Darling, let me hold you
It's not a sin....
Baby trust me once
And I'll ask no more
Just holding hands
Let your feelings pour
You don't need to, close your eyes
It's just my steps, and drops of rain
Your trembling hands
Touch my face
I know you scared
Just let me embrace
Baby, hold me tight
Look.. don't you cry
It's gonna be okay
With one more try
You don't need to, close your eyes
It's just my steps, and drops of rain
In the ambience of this silence
Rest your head on me
I'll be your padlock
And you my only key
The rain has stopped
Your tears are dry
I hope you understand me
Please don't lie
You don't need to, close your eyes
It's just my steps, and drops of rain

©Seema Sen, 2020
Jun 9 · 82
A Broken Trust
Seema Jun 9
A candle unlit
A room so cold
A broken window
Is all I hold

My love, my life
I've lost to thee
It is my fate
But I want to be free

Why, my love
You had to leave?
Was my love not enough
Or you didn't belive

Instead, you smile
Like nothing's wrong
While seeing another hand
Touching you for long

It is okay, I guess now
To forget you for good
Even your memories
To erase, if only I could

It is easier for you
To say goodbyes
To the hand that holds you now
Doesn't know your lies

I hope you treat her right
And she might treat you same
Unlike my drowning fate
Else, she might end up same...

©Seema Sen, 2020
May relate to some, it's never too late to move on...
Jun 2 · 96
Dews (Tanka #67)
Seema Jun 2
Bright fullmoon emerge
The dews fall like diamonds
Small sparkles drop slow
Embracing the momentum
In the most inventive way

©Seema Sen, 2020
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Jun 1 · 217
Walking Alone
Seema Jun 1
Ears deaf, lips cracked
Hearts broken
Belongings packed
Trembling hands unlock
The lonely steps ahead

Cold and rainy, soaked
All of me is wet
Tears stand no value
Only hate is what I get

Looking back again
For the years have long past
The pain is still fresh
Memories pour in to blast
My lonely days ahead...

©Seema Sen, 2020
Jun 1 · 80
Color And Race
Seema Jun 1
The vengeance of morrow clouds
Move in ugly hounds
Provoking the unspoken to reach,
With guns and machetes handed to each
No mercy to the grounds that soak
The innocent blood of the vulnerable bloke
Help no other, of why should one
A hit shot dead, from a firing gun
Unarmed, visibility proof shown
Then why, was he deliberately disowned
Skin deep colors, reflect those eyes
When questioned, they ***** all lies
The growing crisis, has built cratic
Racism trolls, what remains static?
Absurd riots, counting the days
Shame no shame on the current slays
The one almighty, patiently watching all
One by one, the countries will fall...

©Seema Sen, 2020
It's very sad to read the current US news.
Jun 1 · 116
Cast Out (Tanka #66)
Seema Jun 1
The fray cries I hear
Of broken fallen angels
Is just hard to bear
Cast from their heavenly realms
Roaming in deserts and dusts

©Seema Sen, 2020
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Jun 1 · 86
Set Them Free
Seema Jun 1
Most hearts
Sink in an ocean of pain
Most minds
Spill thoughts stress and drain
Most eyes
Cry, till the tears are no more
Most sit
And watch the sunset by the shore
Most beg
For the old love to stay
But then,
They all find way and ways to go away...

©Seema Sen, 2020
Jun 1 · 114
Thoughts Hurt
Seema Jun 1
A tear drop
Waves by
Unable to erase my thoughts
Drop by drop it tries to wipe
But it doesn't stop
An eruption of painful feelings
I do feel the pain
But the hurt is just too much
I cannot love you again...

©Seema Sen, 2020
Jun 1 · 159
Seema Jun 1
Budding of life thrills
In love one feels
The beautiful charm
His smile, always steals
A warm kiss touches
My wrinkled cold cheeks
His eyes watches
Whenever I speak

In a dream, that is....

©Seema Sen, 2020
Jun 1 · 85
Days Slipping Away
Seema Jun 1
From the rings of fire
Where thousand tongues leap
Colonizing the breath
And conspiring revenge deep
Aiming to settle its hunger
By releasing venomous fume
I do wonder,
If our days are manship doom
Sly rips of shrewdy storms
Hail down the tempered roads
Act of god, it is so...
Who decodes these codes?
Shut the windows and doors
Shut your mouth tight
Out in the day or dark
There's definitely going to be a fight
We know the reasons gain
The sessions and dreadful days
There's enormous clueless pain
Yet, we wander our own ways...

©Seema Sen, 2020
Too many sad happenings this 2020 has brought and is still ongoing.
Jan 12 · 152
Dark Love
Seema Jan 12
Spinning threads to let me know
How much you love me
And how perfect I am to you
The reasons preach of an angel
That you say I look like
And that's how much I mean to you
The grin on your face tells me another story
Yet, I believe in you
And the honey suckle words you blow
Just, mists that dark love
When you say, I am made for you
I know the truth, Oh, yes I do
But what good it's gonna be
Holding me tight, you whisper your vows
Your grip so strong
You already straggling me now
Love you till eternity
Till my breath runs out
I'd reach the depth of your dark soul
To set it free
For your love to me means alot
In times like this
I'd accept death
In the form of your shadow
If it's meant to set you free
I'll love you more
From the starland where I belong
My love
I'd wait for you
I'd wait for you...

Jan 10 · 143
A Quite Stroll
Seema Jan 10
In this world of sorrow
Evidently, the wind blows,
away the tannic flames
And water dries up its flows
Whistles sound like whispers
While speeds jag and slows
Little breaths puff off
As to them, my prayer goes
Never experienced anger
That run from head to toes
Lagging behind in time
I am sure everyone knows
But a wish for a dream come true
That just this night, it snows
However, it turns a pity
We slim slot to pose
Happy like glass thin
Accepting a bunch of rose
Walking behind an old building
Whiping up my leaking nose
Sniffing on temptation
And in goes the dose
Mocking myself with lies
Yet, happy to be on toes
Rushing winds sing with delight
While the sunset aura glows...

Spilling thoughts.
Nov 2019 · 172
Dirty Ink
Seema Nov 2019
Like the torn pages of some book, my heart leaps in to look, dabs of watermark, screams with ache, shattering in the corner with a broken quil, scarttering ink
The spurts of red ooz, down the thin lining, skating through the white sheets
I think of, what my fears tend to paint, a terrible sin, taled by a dark saint
Robed in pale, clear as a glass trans, bears the spurts with that of an ink mark
Glows with the hit of ray, ignites the jealous spark of the impossibilities
It's breath, hovers my shoulder with a sticky wetness odor
Clenching and sniffing as if ripping my veins out of order
A slight touch of my hand spooked ****** ambience in a blink
Of that of some air brush smearing spurts of ***** ink...

Spilling imagination.
Nov 2019 · 219
Sound Of Life
Seema Nov 2019
The chirping of birds
Alarms the time to wake
Another day of living
A sound of daybreak

The smooth silky ripples
Pave, the so calmed lake
They smile to the sky
Raising high to take

I stretch my hands high
So to touch the puffy cloud
The rumbles warm me
With beat grumps so loud

The walk through the trees
Pitches the light to cast my shadow
Like a laser blade
It attracts me towards the meadow

There I sit, looking down
Where the lake dances with its flow
Taking a deep breath
And then exhaling it slow

To the life that sheds my tears
Breaks my heart and shatters apart
Caged like in a glass orb
Shelved in a busy mart

This feeling crawls in slowly
And mocks through my fear
The fighting gist sits back
With no one to hear

I feel alone and slumber in the dark
Voices fiddle to my in
All are doing it
C'mon, it's not a sin

But I run to hide to reach
The path which I've walked before
Through the smiling trees
Next to the lakes shore

Where nature welcomes me
With ripples and a puffy crown
Radiance full of golden sparkles
In which, my dark feelings drown...

Weaving thoughts.
Jun 2019 · 307
Seema Jun 2019
Your talks are like the rain on a much-needed soil that cries for your storm
Your smile, like those wild flowers that gets brushed by the scorching wind
The fragrance from your body, sends a vivid signal to my ultimate form
Like that of none imagined, bound by this earthly ground
The seas and pasters dance to thrill the view of your existence
As now, I feel the elements of natural beauty, whole-heartedly surround
The pearly glossed lips, part to utter a sweet siren
Chanting a rhythm, of a scared love scene under the deep blue sky
And I, who stand apart, miles away moan my heart in silence.

Spilling imagination.
May 2019 · 377
Below My Flesh
Seema May 2019
The lies that lie within me
Has tortured my soul
And renched my body
Drenching in my own sludge
Where coming back
Seems too hard
The smile that stretches
Across my face
Is another lie
Inside, its another me crying
To breakthrough from
The unworthy bonds
That promise alot
And laugh away
Like nothing ever mattered
As tho, my existence
Is meaningless
How much will I cry?
How much will I subdue?
How much will I endure?
Before, I let go off this life
Merging with the fear
And losing self control
Over the past years
Living like a hog
Rooted to the reclined
Unmotion state of speaking
How am I going to emerge?
How will I continue this life?
How will I matter to anyone?
In this selfish world
My existence, will not matter
For even, if I disappear
My existence, will not matter...

Spilling thoughts.
May 2019 · 239
The Love, I Miss
Seema May 2019
I hear you calling
From the white sandy shore
To join you, watching
The sunset, like before
Your voice fading
With the trade winds gust
Yet, it echos
As I write your name in the dust
For love is what I breath
And you are a core part of me
Here, I stand gazing
At the deep blue sea
Your memories float
To the places we've been
There are still places
Left to be seen
As usual,
I am waiting for you
At the same places
But seems you've disappeared
Among your traces
From the mountains to the valleys
I've called out your name
In deep trenches and flods
My echo's playing game
The seasons changing
More than it used to
Like it rains, more often
And so does my eyes too
Fear breaks, on my whaf-ifs
But I've kept our promise
Hope you come soon
For your longliness, I dearly miss...

Apr 2019 · 469
Back to Life
Seema Apr 2019
From the depth of my soul
And sins of my heart
I compel the pains that
Bound my energy
To a level to repent
So my spirit can
Regain trust
Back in life...

Spilling thoughts.
Apr 2019 · 252
Seema Apr 2019
A silent tic toc, is all I could here
Gasping for fresh air
I tried to move silently
In the middle of nowhere

The dried leaves crackled
As if someone was near
Stopping myself to hear again
I started trembling with fear

It was so dark to even see myself
I felt for my pocket to check my phone
My fingers all wet with blood
I could now hear a silent moan

My other hand, a complete numb
Like I could barely recall anything
I dragged myself a bit from my hide out
There, stood someone or something

With not much of energy left
I thought to stay hidden till morning break
What dangers, the night brings
It surely triggers and takes

Day Break
The chattering of birds
Came as a ringing alarm
The night has passed away
With needles stuck in my arm

Clueless of how or what happened
I tried recalling the events
The welcome party bursted
With fire engulfing the tents

A stampede suddenly broke
And some masked men started injecting
They all had needles in hand
No words ailed, just projecting

A hoax invitation, a false party
A preyed group lured in an experimental act
What was injected, is unknown
But many perished as a fact

I must have ran down to the jungle
Falling, hurting and hiding myself
The sun is well up to see
In a distance, someone admiring herself

The scene was shocking
As most leaves turned red with blood
My head still hurts bad
Like am afloat from a flood

The next hours went in abyss
As cold crept through my veins
I am alive or not
Are those, remains?

Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Apr 2019 · 193
I am a Garbage
Seema Apr 2019
A sleep, so sound
In the alley florished
With green ground
The twinkling of stars
And the horning
Of rough cars,
Disturbs my sleep
That I've fallen
Into deep
Where my eyes are blind
With deaf ears
And a dead mind
A few hands grab
By my soaked frame
Just to drag
Me, out from the pool
Where I was caught in,
Shoved in with a tool
The beats has stopped
My heart aches no more
As my body dropped
In the freezing fog
Out of sight
In an aisle morg
I called out loud
But the airs freeze
In a chilly cloud
My eyes so still
My breaths gone
My bones fractured
My face all torn
My identity stolen
I am no one known
Like any other corpse
I am a garbage, that's thrown....

Spilling imagination. Fictional
Apr 2019 · 451
One-sided Love
Seema Apr 2019
A weird world it is
To capture ones feeling
Of hope
The loath of living

I prospected to give
Of what I had
Giving up my all
Yet, not dead

Here, I sign and realise
Of lives worth
And there, he lives
And moves forth

All because,
Of one sided love...

Spilling imagination.
Apr 2019 · 1.2k
Left Behind
Seema Apr 2019
Clear this fog
O rushing winds
Take it further
On your daring fins
Warm my eyes
O steaming sun
So I can see
Atleast for once
Light never pierces
Through my sight
Darkness realms
With no light
Hush, my heart
Don't feel down
Cheer up a little
Don't you frown
On the wings
Of the earliest flight
Dusk till dawn
It's never bright
Set a sail, O dear heart
Fear no fright ahead
Stir gently through the mist
So I can join the dead...

Spilling imagination.
Apr 2019 · 202
Bad Liar
Seema Apr 2019
I am a bad liar
Emerging from a fire
With a rage of thunder
My head buried under
Like a loaf in a pan
The gist of an angry man
From the cloud of fools
Where no one rules
Why the mentalation
A feel of hesitation
Here sitting lone
Shivers through my bone
Carrying burden of the past
My sleep comes last
Whom am I fooling
There's a force that's pulling
Into the abyss noon
Thought of death so soon
Yet, I breath again
With the same pain
Living, counting my days
As my head lays
Towards the sky
But then...
It all seems a lie

Spilling imagination
Feb 2019 · 472
Withering With Time
Seema Feb 2019
And forth came a glimpse
Of a withered face,
In the broken mirror,
That stands behind the curtain lace
Grey, messy hair bun,
Wrinkle filled sunken eyes
A heavy set of, glass rests
On the nose, pointing skies
The fresh mint tea brew
Excits, the twitched lips
Oh, dear I miss thee -
Thy soul that rips
Guide these trembling hands
To thank in a prayer
The lousy back won't help
For my walker, has lost a pair
Dragging one leg by other
As I sit by the fireplace
Sipping the fragranced tea
Rocking my chair in a pace
Thousands of memories
Rail down my alzheimers head
So many years gone
Now, it's just me and my empty bed
Tears fill and spill by its own will
I got to pack up, for I to, have to leave
Leaving all memories behind
In a slient place to grieve
A small room, I am spared to
At the golden age gardenia
I am almost gone from myself
Just few threads, hanging near...

Recently, visited the Golden Age Home. So many old and left alone people with sorrowful eyes greeted. Inspired.
Dec 2018 · 235
O' What A Night
Seema Dec 2018
Talk of those tales, that race my heart
And thrills my feelings
Those that of, passionate moments
Spent in each others arms
The sunset and the slow sipping of
Our favorite wine
Eyes locked in few instances
That speak of thousand thoughts
The lips genuinely invites a gentle kiss
Over and over
While you keep your gaze fixed on me
Embracing the blushy look on my face
And breaking it into a joke
An unbelievable feeling of closeness erupts
Yet, both content on their motion
Soon, letting the emotions flow
Our lips met each other
A hot vibe ran into my veins
And I was taken deeper into trance
Getting a hold onto, I ****** myself off
Only to find, him drunk drolled on the counter
With my hand in his grip
Thank you, Santa..

Dec 2018 · 2.1k
The Greed-yes
Seema Dec 2018
A word unspelt
The words unsaid
A wrong turn again
It may be bad
From one end to another
The evidence makes no sense
There could be another way
Why feel tensed
The heavy clouds will soon fade
And moon will give us the way
It's gotta be somewhere
Not so far away
Whoever has laid hands on
The buried old scripts
Have gone missing
On their adventurous trips
What is in it,
That one craves to find
Is it a treasure map
Or a portal of any kind
I feel it isn't a good idea
To join this group of five
It is still time
To run and be alive

But wait...

What is that noise, I hear
The other five lanterns
Seem to have disappeared
Like being swallowed
By some form of evil
I may be wrong, coz am quite behind
To even reach the grounds
Where, burried are those scripts
And a curse that bounds
I decided not to continue
Any further and put my life in danger
So I waited for day break
And that's when, I met a stranger...


An unusually dressed figure
That like of an ancient priest
With a hood covering
Emerging, from behind the trees
May be, he is one of the five
But how can I be sure
As the figure looked strange
Or perhaps, trying to lure
I sat next to a big rock
Keeping my eyes fixed
A sudden brush of winds
And the place seem to be mixed
I blinked to clear my view
Of that of dirt and dust
Pieces of rags flew
In the wildly gust
Intoxicating scent caught my senses
And I seemed to be drowning
From below my feet
Hours later, opening my eyes
On a hard solid ground
Surrounded by
Unearthly or earthy crowd?


Whispers of death
Rang in my ears
Blurred vision gave way
To my crouching fears

Where am I?

Above the ground of below
Is it my grave
Or a tomb
Like cave
Dim lights sprawl
As I try to stand
The ground suddenly shakes
And on my chest, I land

Is it my end?

Glitters and shine
From the passing ray of lights
A graveyard of buried treasures
Below many heights
It, definitely must be a dream
Yet, I can still feel
The chill of hovering death
Crawling beneath my heels
I dare not look down
To scream my head out
So I slowly, crawled
Towards the faint light
From where I heard the strangers call
Standing slowly,
not to disturb the peace
I followed the voice
That led among the trees...


The moon was bright
And I felt the cold breeze
Brushing enough
For my ears and nose to freeze
Then a voice cracked
Of that of an old man

"he who bares no greed,
shall walk free",
"he who dares to steal,
shall be buried alive"

The stranger -

Your life is spared
From the cursed wrath
Your soul is pure
In the eyes of death
You lack the ingredient
That most posses
So have perished
And left lifeless
It is the greed
That is cursed in a being
Thus, all five got buried
With their share and sin
You walk free unharmed
Return to your people
And let them know
Whoever walks through
The path in search of scriptural treasure
Shall be cursed and buried
Within the treasure

And I, blink -

Far from the place
As I was in the night
Back to my senses
Welcoming day light
Life of mine is precious
That no penny or treasure
Can ever buy
Who wants to live a cursed life
And live behind their lies
I lack the seed
Of greed
That I don't intend to plant
I shall read
And educate
On how harmful, is this

Spilling imagination. A story poem.
Dec 2018 · 362
My All
Seema Dec 2018
Catch me if I fall
Answer me if I call

Love me if I show
Protect me wherever I go

Miss me if I leave
Return a kiss to please

Cheer me if I am sad
Leave me, when I am dead

With you I'd like to live
My life to you, I give

Coz you are the key to my heart
And I am not planning to depart

An old write.
Dec 2018 · 178
Seema Dec 2018
A wrecked knights plea
In the stormy night
For some food and shelter
Till the approach of light

Dripping and drapping
Some dragging and begging
For the light not to come
While, praying and nagging

The spirit of dead surrounds
While rain of fire showers
Upon the half dead knights
Feeding onto their powers

I am lost to continue this journey
The fog fills in the sight
Howling, splashes all I hear
The hell breaks, tonight...

Spilling imagination.
Dec 2018 · 282
The Ink
Seema Dec 2018
I don't know what I lack
Whether it's my words
Or the way I express
Is it the slack tone
Of the rhymes that
Don't really rhyme
Perhaps, it's the format
That's not done right
From left to right align
The words hold on tight
An image painted
A reel of story played
Yet, the characters seem dead
And that's where, I fade
While putting all the words I had
From my mind to the pad
Without thinking,
I spill my life
In your hands - the ink

Spilling thoughts.
Dec 2018 · 249
Nature - Haiku
Seema Dec 2018
Love me like other
Under the dimming shy sky
Life be born again

5-7-5 syllables
Dec 2018 · 1.3k
Red Zone Penny
Seema Dec 2018
Pooled in disgust
In the arms of a fool
My skin seems to burst
By his lustrous drool

The evil desires that spill
Gives shivers to my soul
It is of not my will
To be in such a role

Touched to places
Flames rise, high in pole
Strapping the laces
Seeking his ultimate goal

The pain aches pleasure
In his deaf ears
Nibbling bits to bites
My cries he hears

Now, on the natures bed
He pushes me back
Gasping over my head
Clenching his teeth on my neck

As I cried and he hissed
Like that of a snake
Crawling and being kissed
For a 'NO', he could not take

The nightmares spread
With a foul smell
Sheets covering red
From an unknown spell

His breath fading
Laying heavy on my chest
I pulled myself together
To be with the rest

Red zone or prostitution
Is not a self led to many
Neither it's an institution
To earn a penny...

Spilling thoughts. Not my story.
Dec 2018 · 404
My Child (Tanka #65)
Seema Dec 2018
Lazy as a sloth
Muddy, playful paws in shade
Throwing in tantrums
Playing hide and seek daily
My amazing little child

5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Dec 2018 · 415
Cut Piece
Seema Dec 2018
Everyone will watch you
When you fall
No one will catch you
When you fall

Saddened with sorrow
Tears of pain
Yet, another tomorrow
Will shine, after the rain...

People will laugh at you
When you fail
Hardly someone will correct you
When you fail

Memories may linger
Creeping through your veins
A cut on your finger
May ignite your pain...

The care will come from your heart
When you love
Hurt will also pierce through your heart
When you love

Fall, fail, love or pain
It all comes upon like a fairytale
An experience that we all gain

Spilling thoughts.
Nov 2018 · 228
False Hope
Seema Nov 2018
I see blood red, when I close my eyes
And black falling stars, when I open my eyes
A darting arrow, right across the sky
With my name engraved in the sky

Rain of prickly thorns, brush through my skin
Stretching, brusing, tearing my skin
The strength to lift myself, is no more
The once life filled body is no more

Shattering leaves sing, dead songs
No rhyme or rhythm matches the songs
A distant footstep sheds a little hope
But it seems a delusion, a false hope

Oct 2018 · 1.2k
All Will Heal
Seema Oct 2018
Like a clay ***, this heart
Cracks from within and out
Bruises, scars just a part
Muted, yet it shouts

Don't break me, I beg to thee
My scars are still healing
I bare no harm, you see
It's just another feeling

Look deep into my eyes
You can't read, can you?
Words have drowned in tears
I see you got someone new

What I shouldn't expect, is expect
Expectations lead to heartbreaks
This has always been a fact
Ending with lots of aches


Cracks will seal, scars will heal
No more cry, tears will dry
Smile will peek, dimple on cheeks
Feel the blast, forget the past

Stand in rain, drain your pain
Thank your feelings, that made you change
Be an insane yet a sane
Life is wholesome not as strange...

Spilling thoughts. Have no expectations.
Sep 2018 · 422
Put To Rest - Memories
Seema Sep 2018
Another lonesome, night has passed
The same moon, gives random smile
Lost count of my sleep, being days
Memories rush in pile by pile

Thoughts linger of those left
The four corners of my room, cry with me
No one comes now for chats over tea
There is nothing left, in my eyes to see

Pale, flushed, dark begs hung by
These eyes have grown tired of blinking
Rush through these windows, O daring wind
And carry me away from this sinking pain

Take me to a place, where feelings don't exists
Away where I can forget everyone
Put me, then, in a deep deep sleep
Or just shoot me with a gun

Once and for all, these eyes would shut for good
Even my memories won't pile to project
Tears would no longer wet my pillows
Everything known, I'll just forget...

Spilling clinging thoughts.
Sep 2018 · 972
Someone Unknown
Seema Sep 2018
I wished for rain
And soothing words of sweet
But you struck me with pain
In this intolerable heat

On the ground, I lay
In shock of what you just did
I hoped you came to stay
With me and our kid

Something was not right
I sensed the presence of an evil force
A drawn column of fright
And sudden objects began to toss

Darkness started to approach
As you became someone unknown
A lust to ****, a soul roach
To which, I wish, I had known

A language full of filth and foul
You spitted on few standing around
You snorted and then came in the growl
And like a fierce beast, you sat on the ground

My lips trembled but my heart prayed
For help from anyone anyplace
Planks were soon being laid
Around it, to gape and gaze

The unknown tried to escape
But the planks were blessed with holy essence
Verses were read by a person in cape
Darkness eluded by its presence

The unknown seem to struggle in a purifying body
Stubborn, causing it physical harm
Witnessed by everybody
Soon everything became calm

He lay on the ground, with scratches and blood
Breathing heavily as the prayer ended
Rain poured in suddenly, washing away the blood
The evil seem to have descended

He was carried back to my place
For nourishment and care
The man in cape, blessed and left the thin air

Spilling imagination.
Aug 2018 · 331
Fort To Dust
Seema Aug 2018
Falling fort, cried
in vain, as it started disappearing
right in front of my eyes
Pillars dropped like weak weapons
Crushing to the emotionless ground
Deep trenches seem to elude
What on earth, was I witnessing
Few around gathered, gazing at the fall
None, heard the cries
From the ruined like walls
My ears seem to pick the historic ache
That stood tall, for centuries
A pileup of derbies, now filled the place
Birds, call for their peers to see
Where once they all seem to be
A nightmare flunged for the poor creatures
Busted off, so to flee
Like an ancient grave, it sleeps in silent
Never to awake to stand tall
In dust it loses itself day by day
Only the wind answers its call...

Spilling imagination. Inspired by a painting.
Aug 2018 · 283
Seema Aug 2018
The bitterness in your thoughts were evident in your eyes...
Its ok, somehow I knew it was all bunch of lies...
Vows, promises, loyalty just as well, I came to know...
That people of such virtue could fall so low as you...
Remember wise men have said, your fouls are watched by gods...
But don't you worry these sayings are only for odds...
A day shall come, when you might realise...
How selfish you were in losing me with your ugly disguise...

©sim goes on :)
Aug 2018 · 399
Feel Your Thoughts
Seema Aug 2018
A small spark flames a forest...
A small stone ripples water like torres...
A slight anger turns us into raging beasts...
While a childs giggle makes life a happy feast...
A mothers love eases enormous pains...
As a fathers words moves us up again...
A sisters secret gives way to teasey torture...
While a brothers arm awares unforseen horror...
Friends are there but they tend to change...
In good ways keeping us at close range...
None other are as closest as I to myself...
Yet, we keep brooding about ourselves...

Spilling thoughts.
Aug 2018 · 220
Missing You
Seema Aug 2018
Laying under bed of stars...
Seeing how time pass...
Remembering our wedding night...
How dramatic was that cake fight...
Now you have other destination....
Coz you decided to move to other nation...
Looking down at my wedding ring...
Oh I wish, I had bird like wings...
It would be easier to reach you...
Also catching the nations marvelous view...
But here I am alone thinking about the distance...
I hope this parting doesn't create any resistance...
For I love you, and believe that we'll meet...
A day sooner shall come where we'll greet...
Once again we shall unite...
Our souls shall meet every perfect night...

...I miss you...

Spilling imagination. Not my story tho.
Aug 2018 · 579
Chameleon (Tanka #64)
Seema Aug 2018
Tiny marble eyes
Visible like a radar
Grinning on the lush
The cutest bundle of joy
Beautiful chameleons

5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Aug 2018 · 1.8k
Seema Aug 2018
Twisted at some point
Life never gets better your way
It has its own directions
Customize it, if you may
Pricky steps do guide
Where once fallen deep
Wide-eyed watching path
But still wanting to sleep
Lucid dreams make believe
That reality is fake
Daydreaming turns tiresome
It's good to be awake
Thinking the other way
That maybe you're in debt with death
Shatter the false vision
Or chaos could stir up wrath
Look around and stay sane
Coz insanity is on rise
People hooked on their phones
Life now, has no price...

Scribbling thoughts.
Aug 2018 · 225
Seema Aug 2018
If God has a way of doing things right...
Then why we blame each other, day and night...
Life is beautiful and meant for living...
Then why you say its not worth believing...
We have many differences that we've seen with time...
Then why we fuss and feel that I've committed a crime...
I stood up in every work you confronted...
But it seems like it was all taken for granted...
You may feel that despite your petty deeds...
I fulfilled every of your hopeless needs...
Don't be too assured of your lame instincts...
For I know how it feels like when word stings...
Too bad I had to let you go without cursing...
For God will do his best and deliver his blessings!

Scribbling thoughts.
Aug 2018 · 846
There, By Your Side
Seema Aug 2018
My love is like a river that flows in a rhythm
Sometimes aggressive, sometimes calm
At times dancing and overflowing
But not likely to harm

My anger is like a volcano
That in any moment it could erupt anywhere
The words flow then like hot lava
For some, I do not spare

My attitude depends, how you take me as
Judgemental affair is not favoured
If you treat me right, I'll treat you same
My feelings are quite flavoured

See me as your friend and I'll protect you
From bullies and threats that may cause harm
Share your thoughts with me
Do not grief, just stay calm...

Scribbling thoughts.
Aug 2018 · 172
Seema Aug 2018
No one tells me what to do...
No one comes to say hello...
It's been a very hectic day...
But no one has to say...
Day and night has been spent working...
Silently bearing without talking...
Exhaustion is at its peak...
But this is not what I seek...
Each day seems same to me...
Guess its how it's meant to be...
Eyes closing and me dosing...
No time for snapshots and posing...
I have yet to finish other pending chore...
Should get it done before the rain starts to pour...
Sitting and yawning, thinking what's next...
Is this how am gonna be till I finally rest?
Positive thoughts dwell in my head...
Yet, every day ends making me a living dead...

Scribbling thoughts
Aug 2018 · 385
Wind (Tanka #63)
Seema Aug 2018
Rustling in swiftly
The gust fills my empty soul
Hustling through, sweeping
The gloom-ridden dark edges
Leaves keeping me warm

5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Aug 2018 · 205
Nurturer (Tanka #62)
Seema Aug 2018
Breathing blossoms, smile
daily at the nurturer
Kissing blooming lips
The petals touch each other
Crazy breeze pulps in romance

5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Aug 2018 · 226
Seema Aug 2018
Excuses after excuses,
Why can't you stop your accuses...
You made my mind confused...
And then, you blamed me and refused...
I wonder if you considered the outcome...
For every doubt you had, you spoke of your income...
I know bad days and stressful challenges have wrapped me tight...
But with gods help, I always lift myself and fight...
If you thought, I would beg you to stay...
Forget it, I have found my own way...
It's not easy to bypass the memories you gave...
For the shattered dreams that's gone in the graves...

Spilling thoughts.
Aug 2018 · 410
No Reason
Seema Aug 2018
It never hurts until you fall...
Pick up the phone and give a call...
With silent crys you cannot talk...
Then,  why waste your time on morning walk...
People say, get over the sinking affair...
I dare not, cause it's totally unfair...
C'mon enough of this game you've being playing...
I've seen your play cards which is a shame...
If I were you and did the same...
God forbid, as I would never spoil your name...
I left you for many reasons...
Time has past and so has the seasons...

Spilling thoughts in words.
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