A broken leg
A blind eye
I hate to beg
My life isn't a lie

Thrown by my own
On the streets to survive
Such generosity shown
Even death doesn't arrive

I had money
I had fame
Life turned funny
All played game

Accident made me impair
I could feel hate everywhere
If only the truck hadn't hit my car
But this grudge, I got to bear

Lone, restless, I only fear
Friends, families pass without care
Each moment, a drop of tear
Sheds down, this is not rare

I do wish to disappear
But I am not a coward to take my life
Each day on the same street, I appear
While bitter words cut like knife...


©sim

...and it seemed like his eyes, were sipping away my silent pain. from where i stood, he was just few paces away from me. i got drawn towards his dreamy mystical eyes like being charmed by a spell charmer. it felt so pure, embraced with grace, as i took my steps, my crazy heart danced to race. an invisible thread wrapped around me, was being pulled by him. his smile and that sign of care on his face, binded my feelings together, to be poured before him. he held my hand and led me to a mesmerizing sight, and everything felt so right.
his philosophical thoughts and undoubted bold talks, opened the doors and windows of my clouded mind and timid heart. he said he admired me from the start, the time he first saw me. we talked till the sun hid itself in the deep horizon. so easily shared everything that i never thought could be understood and told to anyone. i thought for once god stopped making such masterpieces but he was no dream, he was and is a reality of my life...

©sim