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484 · Apr 2018
Awake Assumption
Seema Apr 2018
In this lonesome night am sitting awake...
With tension and stress creeping like snake...
I wonder if gods are awake to listen to my pain...
Seems each time I pray, it goes in vain...
Sometimes, I hear whispers in the rushing wind...
But it all comes down as drizzling rain...
Perhaps it's too much for gods to handle...
For once and all they to, cry seeing man's scandal...
Time and again I teach myself to be strong...
Not to break but push myself all along...
Now it's time for me to lay down and rest...
With open eyes I pray to be the best...
As this time shall never come again...
Of what I assume would obviously be the end...


©sim
482 · Jan 2018
Forgotten And Unnoticed
Seema Jan 2018
Forgotten was I,
Unnoticed in everyone's eye,
Everything I did for anyone;
They only seem to say goodbye,
I wonder why people tend to lie,
Am I the only one with this feel,
Trying to let this torment heal,
Of why people are good only from outside,
And so reckless rusted from inside,
No one to walk by my side,
Left alone for me to decide,
Of how I should let myself go,
But no one surely understands me, so
I have made myself a deal,
To be positive and work for my meal,
Diverting my negative vibes,
So it doesn't affect others lives,
With positivity I feel a glow of aura surround me,
That's all to everything I probably just want to be...


©sim
481 · Aug 2017
An Orphan
Seema Aug 2017
My life you hold
Your energy too cold
For the truth was told
Yet a bid, and I was sold

The crawling rigid fear
Year after year, I hear
I'll takecare of you dear
But no one wipes my tear

An orphan, mistreated
With frowns always greeted
My voice unheard, defeated
And all this gets repeated

Each night my heart cries
My soul begs, my mind lies
Things will be ok, with tries
My face sinks as my tear dries

No love of any kind
No happiness I ever find
Too many questions in my mind
This living, is so unkind

Run away is the only option
Drawing a picture without caption
Thinking life spread in many sections
My life sliced in infinite fractions...


©sim
I have heard some, sharing their life stories with me.
This write is inspired by one of those experiences.
480 · Jan 2018
Lifeless Love
Seema Jan 2018
Love me but don't hate me,
Cuddle me but don't strangle me,

Break me but don't leave me,
Trash me but don't throw me,

I give you my world, don't reject it,
My love for you is deep, I don't regret it,

Why have you changed adapting psychotic nature?
Do you have a clue of our coming future?

What future is there, you took it all,
Wired my neck like an ugly doll,

Eyes wide open gasping for freedom,
Life became short, you forced me off your kingdom,

I begged for love, future and life,
You stabbed me with your favorite knife,

Stabbed and strangled, you showed me your love,
Such an agony, you carved my face like a dove,

Laying lifeless in my own pool of blood,
He's painting on canvas using drips of my blood...


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination.
478 · Dec 2017
Believe Me, Please!
Seema Dec 2017
The days go by
Yet the truth untold
They say I lie
But the mystery is yet to unfold
I saw the scene I saw it all
He killed that man over the fall
I narrated the whole scene to them
But they say, they needed a clue
A witness of the killing
Someone who was willing
To report the misery
I tried convincing him to believe
But no action taken till the eve
The authorities questioned me the next day
I told them I saw the ****** the other day
Man with a red hood and a track suit
Wearing dark glasses as if aiming for a loot
Within seconds, stabbed the guy and ran away
He didn't see me, and ran off the other way
You have to believe me!!
It's not one of those hallucination
Doctors say I am doing fine with less reaction
"And the officer went away, with a smile"
I knew he didn't believe cause am still under medication
Am a patient of schizophrenic but not a manic
I saw the culprit with my eyes
But all say that my statement were lies
Its been over a month, yet the killing is now a mystery
And soon the files would close, the case a history!

©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional poetic story.
476 · Aug 2017
Song Of My Heart
Seema Aug 2017
My heart is humming a song
While sorting the things that went wrong
He was part of my unworded song
And I kept going on for long
Now, the storm has started within
Drops of tears cast as rain
My face, blank...like it's always been
While my heart sang in rhythmic vain
My lips won't utter a word out
Thou my wounded soul gave a silent shout
The stubborn mind played my ego beats
Pushing me a few steps down
Remembering all the missful treats
Of how lifes been a ridiculous clown
Once was a fragranced flower bloom
Now, am a paper cut flower, laying in my room
Hoping to hear from him, one last time
To ****** my feelings again and accept his crime
But wrong was I, he worded my song
And sang it right all the way long
He kissed my hand and romantically apologized
For all the wrongs, he finally realized
Our love is strong, till to date
Wedding bells on, just few days is a wait...

©sim
This is a fictional daydream write.
475 · Nov 2017
Similar Bond
Seema Nov 2017
There comes a wave of thunder
A quiver of lightening
As I block my ears to surrender
The images become more frightening

There is this tree covered with moss
On an unclaimed land, far beyond
Feelings chase me as I run across
The tree and I share a similar bond

Close enough to witness it all
The tree is in flames, just like my heart
Collapsed and fell, once stood tall
My heart weeps watching this art

As I prepare to leave, I look back to see
With the flames dying and ashes flying
The cremaition of this beautiful moss tree
I close my eyes to wade off from crying

This ain't real for it is pure imagination
How could I be at a place of such delusion
When it is my own world of creation
Running from my problems,
                       but today I found the solution...


©sim
475 · Sep 2017
I am Aware...
Seema Sep 2017
I am aware of your thoughts
I am aware of your writings in the broken clay pots
I am aware of your love and kindness
I am also, well aware of your feelings
But you are doing it all wrong
You have grown weaker when I thought you were strong
You blame me each time I refuse
Infact, most times you have literally accused
But you are unknowingly exhausting yourself too much
Truth is, my love is ominous
To every being, born and unborn
You to, in your previous life sworn
To walk in hand with me, but here you are being selfish
Think back dear, think back of the promises and wish
Once you understand your role
Your soul and heart will glow instead of being a coal
You are a godly being, yet easily seen
I am here for you, do not fear
I know your trust is about to sink
But calm down and just think
Think of who you are?
Who you were?
In your cycle of life of birth and death...*



©sim
475 · Aug 2017
Pins 'N' Needles
Seema Aug 2017
Pins 'n' needles jagging my leg
A feel of a centi, crawling with a wag
Walking has become a task at this point
My legs decided to give me a cramped joint

With a sip of hot coffee or so
I hope to be fine and ready to go
But this clumsy weather is not in my favor today
Please wind, blow this prickly tickle away

Pins 'n' needles leave me alone
My heart is already damaged think of your own
You are uninvited and painfully unknown
Dreadful stings, a feel only felt, not shown...


©sim
473 · Dec 2017
Spell Caster
Seema Dec 2017
A spell caster lived in woods
Always face covered by hoods
People stay away saying it's a witch
And only seen when day turns pitch
I don't believe in black magic ofcourse
But most say it exists because
The spell caster here is no devil
It protects the people, the shrine from evil
Once a bad witch brought kiosk to the people
Emerged amongst the few, this spell caster
With full knowledge of magic and spell master
Yet so many fear its powers and spells
But it never cause harm to any who wishes well
Its name is "HAUK", and it entertains no joke
With a shaft in a hand it walks
In its own world, it hardly talks
Yes, it's a human for sure
This village was an interesting tour...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
472 · Aug 2017
Stuck
Seema Aug 2017
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
I had mixed feelings while writing this poetic fiction story.
470 · Sep 2017
A Twins Revenge
Seema Sep 2017
Here comes our forest queen
To take revenge of her beloved twin
Masked face, glitters in the moon
Someone is about to face their doom

Rayna and Sayna two beautiful ladies
Both share a strong blood bond
But Rayna gets killed by the rebellies
And her body laid decap in the pond

Sayna becomes a warrior of her kind
Unjust is not her type, you'll find
Looking for a chance to take revenge
Today the culprit will face the avenge

Upon the capture of the frail lunatic
Sayna was hit with a surprised face
It was no other than plain politics
Her father, killed Rayna and dismissed her case

Shown no mercy, Sayna hangs him to the tree
Death took no time to set his soul free
On Raynas tomb, Sayna confesses the deed
To her beloved twin, whom she misses indeed...



©sim
469 · Oct 2017
Hopeless Pain
Seema Oct 2017
My head throbs like my heartbeat
Such pain, is this painful migraine
Neck, shoulder, right to my spine
I hope it goes away, this horrible swine
Temperature increases, so does my temper
I need to cool down, I need to pamper
Perhaps a nap after a long cold shower
I shouldn't have smelt that Jasmine flower
Now I am all down with this terrible headache
Why do I even make such a silly mistake?
Knowing the consequences at the end
I'll still kiss these flowers before I send...


©sim
467 · Dec 2018
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


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema Oct 2017
She stood in the dark
With her long raven hair
Waiting for her prey
To grab her share

Clitching teeth, as thunder roars
Her eyes now glowing, red
As the heavy rain pours

Wait...it looks inhuman
The sharp claws on her hands
A disguise or her true form
Growls, as she lands

Her hunger raging
Like a wildfire
The prey’s blood must quench
And putout the flaming desire

Ready to attack
Without any remorse
Her full attention on the prey, of course

She jumped in full force
To **** with one shot
Not thinking of a power
The mighty prey may have got


A flash of lightening
Falling in between
Both looked fierce and frightening

The darkness creeped the night
As the war went on for hours
From far far away
I was watching with my invisible powers

The deeper the night, the intense the fight
In the land of "the half beings"
Who will shed a light?

Since the waging fight began
None backing to retire
The prey in digust anger
****** eyes, shooting fire

Instinct took over, on the prey most
Survival is a must
Fighting darkness with any priced cost

What will unfold from this battle?
Only time will tell
Either darkness will win or the prey,
One will survive from this bombshell...*



@jobiranyc
©sim
Rolling reels, spilling imagination. Thank you Jobira for keeping up with my imaginative theme and making this poem a success :)
466 · Aug 2017
Dog (Tanka #38)
Seema Aug 2017
My dog's called Whiskey
He's active and fresky
His other names are,
Pup, Beta, Shona and Boo
He's my little Winni Pooh.

©sim
I have 5 dogs. Whiskey is the eldest shorty. I love my 5 babies too much.
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
465 · Oct 2017
Aura Color
Seema Oct 2017
The aura around me burns red
As your touch quivers my bone
It ignites into flames, driving me mad
From within my soul, comes a moan

The leaping fire engulfs the feeling
As the flames reach the sun
The aura color changes revealing
Both souls merging into one...*


©sim
464 · Dec 2017
Suffocation
Seema Dec 2017
Cut my veins
Let these blood flow
Don't worry about the pain
Just let it go

Had enough to suffer
My heart and mind, both dead
Every step got tougher
Don't feel sad

It's crazy to live with such torments
Hopeless being torn by heart
Replay memories and the moments
Let those blades show their art

I am not afraid
No I am not
Just my existence fade
All that I got

Should I cry
So you can feel the guilt
Will you try
To patchup whatever we built

It's not happening tho
The night is here
Start your show
Do not fear

Let me close these eyes
Let my nails dig in pillows
Let me just feel the lies
Let me brim in the billows...

©sim
Fictional write.
464 · Sep 2017
Graveyard Rituals
Seema Sep 2017
Walking by an old graveyard
On a late Sunday afternoon
I noticed a figure at guard
Waiting for the peek of the full moon

Dressed in a black robe
Doing sort of prayer ritual
His hand hanging like a lobe
A rare type to my own visual

I dared not to go near the figure
As it looked busy praying
Unable to control my eager
Too keen to see, what it was doing

As I moved closer to the bushes
I heard voices chanting something
A chill up my spine, I felt the pushes
But on notice, there was nothing

I read somewhere that chanting has power
To see if it really worked
I stayed to witness for another hour
Than I became totally shocked

***** of fire floating away with each chant
My vision widened to see what it wants
A step nearer to the place of ritual
I must admit am purely spiritual

Black smoke rouse in the air
Like thousand tongues, the voices grew
Two robe figures sitting in a pair
I was thrilled by the astonishing view

Almost watching for nearly two hours
I was scared as well as inquisitive
Then came the heavy pouring showers
Yet the floating flames were active

I was unware as I was being watched
Caring less they continued to pray
They had a sweet tooth for carcass, washed
Hungrily they grabbed in to prey

Running home, as I caught up with my breath
What I saw today was a crazy unbelievable ****
Such rituals of what!! for people after death
I rather change my route,
                     before they show me their wrath...


©sim
From my imaginative mind to yours :)
463 · Jan 2018
Not Being Robinhood
Seema Jan 2018
My twisted mind has plotted a vicious crime,
In the city where lives the most prime,
A wait of time, a drift in the moonless night,
Gathering gears to pass by any upcoming fight,
With few people on board wearing armor of knight,
It's this night we take over of what is right,
The treasure chamber resides in the heart of city,
A smirk smile speaks of the loss and pity,
These prime monsters have snatched from the poor and needy,
Their gold and silver, money robbed by greedy,
I am no Robinhood for sure,
But life like this is making more people poor,
It's a masterpiece robbery in the nights shadow,
And flee from the chamber leads direct to the meadow,
We are sat to go and break the law,
In the knights armor we shall bash and blow...


©sim
Poetic story. Fictional write.
463 · Jun 2017
My Plea...
Seema Jun 2017
Dear Humans,

My cries are unheard
From all around I suffer
Someday I'd be dead
And your life would be tougher

You don't realise a small litter,
The effect it has on me
You have turned cold and bitter
Only a dumping ground you see

If I had a brain like yours
I'd keep things tidy and clean
If I had hands like yours
I'd be responsible, rather than mean

Your selfish and ignorant being
Has earned many followers indeed
Litter lying everywhere unseen
Some stuck in the overgrown ****

I try to retain and maintain my features
But look around, see my ground  
Man with their metallic creatures
Has greatly abolished my surround

My greenery, my forest, my pets
Destroyed, right over my eyes
I seek help, please do not hesitate
Clean up litter, hear my cries

The pollution has reached its core
People educated, yet illiterate freaks
With desire to feed themselves more
And litter, adding towards the ozone leaks

Take actions, before I become a dump ball
Spinning slowly in the vast universe
Amplify my unheard global call
And uplift me from this devastating curse...




Signed,
Mother Nature
Planet Earth



©sim
462 · Jul 2017
A Taunting Mind
Seema Jul 2017
Sweeping over my naked feet,
Is the gentle waves of the sea
Back and forth it comes to meet,
My locked memories with a key

Teary eyes, sink with thoughts
While listening to the waves, clash
How easily, he untied all the knots
My past seems to bash and flash

Silent lips, yet a beating heart
Feelings of despair pour as tears
As I collect the pieces part by part
My mind taunts, while my heart hears...

©sim
461 · Dec 2017
Another Season
Seema Dec 2017
The sky is crying
So are these eyes
But then it shys
Away in the rain
Wash away pain
A gist of insane
In my brain
He was at gain
While I...in vain
What was main?
Unmatched reasons!
But hey, that was then
Now its another season...

©sim
Fictional write.
461 · Sep 2017
Adoration
Seema Sep 2017
The darkest of night
I've yet to see
In his sight
I always want to be
A lover, a soulmate
Perhaps in future
Who knows our fate
Life isn't a torture
You are all, one can desire
Close to perfection
I really do admire
Tho he ignores my reflection
But I can see the flames in his eyes
Burning like the precious ambers
Lightening up my heart's chambers
My secret love from past years
Always smiles, when he hears
My voice in the loneliest crowd
I am lucky to have him, am so proud
He's now reading my writes
As am penning it tonight
My love, my future
Adores my writing nature
I write, he reads
On my words he heeds
A line or two he tries to add
But erases it off, says it sounds bad
So I dedicate this write to him
For that special someone, who calls me Sim...

©sim
Yep, fictional ;-)
460 · Dec 2017
Chanting His Name
Seema Dec 2017
The message from our creator
Is like a leashing sword
Crossing a cemetery, chanting his name

Going to college everyday
Is like an everyday job
Sitting for an exam, chanting his name

Applying for a job interview
Is like a yes or no
Waiting for an interview, chanting his name

Getting marriage proposal for the first time
Is like, oh God I hope he's handsome or rich
Proposal results, chanting his name

And the list goes on.....
Everything we do, its a phobia of being unsuccessful
Therefore, chanting Gods name
Most only to motivate themselves
Others to believe
That he hears and delivers...

©sim
459 · Jun 2020
Cast Out (Tanka #66)
Seema Jun 2020
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
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
458 · Jan 2018
Then And Now Change
Seema Jan 2018
When sages lived for many ages,
The era stories were written on bark pages,
Animals were quite friendly and didn't live in cages,
No one ever worried about salaries or wages,
The era changed and so did the perception,
On every junction there came ***** temptation,
Bribery, greed and some monstrous satisfaction,
For good people in search of jobs stamped  rejections,
The misunderstanding leads to tragic incidents,
Mostly results in suicides or on drive accidents,
The life ends for people who tried and gave up,
Or drowned themselves in poison full cups,
Alcohol on rise regardless of its high price,
Poverty on its peak while people voice with cries,
Dose after dose inhaled by this generation,
Moving forward in writing a new revelation,
For the expectation by the old sages has deluded,
And many have resorted with life and concluded,
Some dragged their way up with time,
Some sank their way with crime,
Some worked hard for every dime,
Some got knocked from their prime,
Yet the hunger of superiority kept growing,
The earth seems dimmed and not glowing,
From righteous beings to karmic scenes,
Now we all see the happenings and unforeseens...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
458 · Aug 2017
Roars (Tanka #33)
Seema Aug 2017
Roaring with anger
Thunder sound is deafening
Flashings in the sky
Lightening struck a huge tree
Blaze of fire, setup free

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
457 · Nov 2020
Existence
Seema Nov 2020
My shadow, sheaths the sorrow
That breaths in my veins
Who knows, if I'll see tomorrow
With these unbearable pains
I am sure, my life is temporary
Now that,
It's all true...
The tears that shed now
Had waited for a century
You don't have to feel sorry
As I was the one to love you
Just bury me, there
Where no one knew,
That I ever existed
To forever love you...


©Seema Sen, 2020
457 · Nov 2019
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...

©sim
Weaving thoughts.
456 · Sep 2017
Awaiting Delivery
Seema Sep 2017
The clouds rush
Collide and crush
Sweeping the sky
With a silent brush
While trees hush
Singing melody
Calling unto a name
Calling on somebody
The blown leaves,
Fall from grieving trees
Swaying over my head
As I lay on my death bed
The clouds are rushing
The sky looks fevery
My breath is crushing
My body awaits, delivery...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
456 · Nov 2017
Star BG, Thank You
Seema Nov 2017
Seema, Seema is divine
She dances in her day.
Writing words that are so grand.
Inside the sacred day.

Seema's meant to open heart
She really is a star
Hope she's well to move in dreams
To know just who you are.


written by: Star BG 12/11/17
Star BG, you got me surprised by this lovely write. Thank you so much poet goddess. I never thought, someone would actually write a poem on/for me. May you, be blessed always dear friend :))
455 · Aug 2017
Ambience (Tanka #52)
Seema Aug 2017
Sipping tea in porch
Cool breeze, temperature falls
Crescent moon sailing
Birds in the vermilion sky
Sun sets in the peacful realm

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
454 · Feb 2018
Its, Story
Seema Feb 2018
This is ones story,
Full of miseries and worry,
Surrounded by silence of loneliness,
All its prayers lost at the feet of the holiness,
Living with bitter memories everyday,
Time passes fast as like the month of May,
Stretched hands towards its friends,
And all left with their stories to end,
Went to families for support,
And was treated worst than a stray dog,
Now it walks alone in the shadows,
Looking out to the empty wretched windows,
With aimless life and no one at reach,
It follows the birds and bees to preach,
Wise say life is short,
But I say its not,
For it has made one a beggar,
Its life with memories stabbed with a dagger,
Motionless it lays under shrubs and trees,
Waiting for its soul to get free and body to freeze,
From all the miseries and worries,
That haunt it like how we hear in most stories...


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
451 · Aug 2017
Buried (Tanka #24)
Seema Aug 2017
Standing lone and firm,
on a deserted swamp land.
A tall, dead tree sways,
with well exposed skeletal,
like buried in a graveyard.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
451 · Jul 2017
Dummy Wink
Seema Jul 2017
Stopped by an old town
To fuel up my car
Surrounded by cane fields
A figure stared from far

Almost at nightfall
Passing by the wrenched dummy
A sudden chill up my spine
Gave grumbles in my tummy

No ones around
The shack looked deserted
The figure lifted its head
But fell, as if beheaded

I screamed with a cracking voice
And sped up my car quickly
My car drove back to the same spot
Going in rounds basically

This went on till the break of dawn
While the figure gave me a meek smile
A pair of rolled up eyes
Looked through me, from a quite mile

A wink from the torn eyes
That's all I can recall
Ripped clothes, nailed to a post
Certainly it was a drastic call

People say, it's a haunted shack
Never travel alone at night
The dummy would get you
And you'll lose your sight...


©sim
Fiction
451 · Apr 2018
Life is a Pain
Seema Apr 2018
I walked in the rain to wash away my pain...
Surely releasing the effort was going in vain...
Rain drops submerges my tears away...
I see the trees supporting in my way...
This feeling of neglect by my loved ones...
Like thousand hands aiming me with guns...
How can I forget the backstabbing deeds...
O what a painful thought stabbed too deep...
Counting my steps towards my house...
Shall I really go in and be with the louse...
An ugly feeling seems to be flooding my mind...
Is my instincts leading me to a hidden land mine...
Shall I really care and abandon my thoughts...
I hoped to move on and will without any family knots...
Today I'm by myself away from glitches of past...
Away from people of such dramatic cast...

©sim
450 · Nov 2017
Laying Beneath, The Unknown
Seema Nov 2017
What lays beneath, shall remain unknown
As the creepness prevail with a dark mourn
Unsure of the foul smell of decayed meat
No one wants to breath while they eat
It's certain that we are not alone here
Cause everytime I feel the crawling of fear
Like someone rushing through to come near
But possibilities are that it's just the fear in mind
Which guides the fearful heart to actually find
What lays beneath the ground?
From which the mourn aches mumer the sound
The chill feeling gathers on hearing the dogs howl
The strange faint hooting of the jungle owls
While none has the courage to see outside
The ground breaks and the smell smearing from inside
It's what looks like the opening of the hells portal
And the creatures crawl out as a rotting mortal
The lordship of this place has guarded this place
That's why these creatures are not able to trace
For we are few who are safe for now as told
But who knows what this darkness really holds
The smokes fill the atmosphere around
The cold mist and heavy fogs surround
As there is a wait for the day break to come
How many of us shall remain? Probably some
The growling and gronning such unheard
Unseen deads roam, some even without heads
I only wish this was just a dream not true
If only this night passes and hopefully we are through
In the light of day, we shall know what's there
None have such courage, for they do not want to bare
The wreath of the dark hell creatures
With distorted bodies and disfigured features...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
450 · Nov 2017
The Downside Suffering
Seema Nov 2017
There is a downside of every matter
Somethings get worse some just gets better
Many have questioned lifes existence
Yet there is a race, color, gender resistance
Why is it hard for some to understand?
That we humans have two legs to stand
A pair of ears, eyes, a mouth and a nose
We all have red blood in our body that flows
Two hands to hug and help each other
But now the hands are used to strangle one another
People have reached the moon and beyond
With high degrees and education they fond
But what does it all mean when these educated people
Spread poison among naive making them mentally crippled
Each news I read online, makes me sad again
It is not far too real to imagine the suffering and pain
Worse to worse is the public media spread
What's there or not gets widespread
It's like a deadly disease, mankind cruel and unkind
Every corner of this earth one can find
Corruption, tortury, sorcery, killing, ****, what not
Man have made this planet so disgusting with rot
Here prayers are heard less over the cries of innocent
We have gone too far and we have lost our sentiment
I don't live in a war torn country for sure
And not with people that beg for a meal so poor
My heart cries each day, as a young soul dies
Either it be human or an animal overwise
I pray and put my thoughts to the victims that suffer
Life and living has become such a race that each step gets tougher...

©sim
I know there are people with special needs, those who don't have two legs, hands and other parts of their body. I wrote this for those who are fortunate to have all yet a downside.
448 · Feb 2018
Myths
Seema Feb 2018
For the myths say,
Once the soul leaves a body,
It enters a form to become somebody,
Depending on the good deeds done,
The soul gets its form ready,
To start another life with steady,
This goes on until the lifespan ends,
And the soul is given another form in turns,
If ever this happens with me,
I would love to be a bird you see,
Or the most adorable dog one can be,
Not a human again please,
Cause hurt and betrayal is hard to ease,
Mankind the most unkind,
Its pretty easy to define,
The greed and creed,
Of this human breed,
Most vicious plotting its needs,
On this earth as we all sow our seeds,
Then taken down by the overgrown weeds...


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
446 · Oct 2017
Call Me Soon
Seema Oct 2017
Upon the sunset each day
It brings me closer to death
A kind sage, once prayed for me
Said, every step, there is death
What am I gonna do with this life
Neither YOU, nor YOUR memory is alive
As I pray to the lord, each day and noon
To grant me a fulfilling boon
To free me from this life
And call me home soon...*

©sim
445 · Oct 2017
Love Is Not A Bet
Seema Oct 2017
That was then
This is now
He was "Ben"
You are "Chow"
He came first
You came last
He passed the test
You dragged in the past
He left long
You took me wrong
Now he's back
Every second you call to check
You doubt me
He wants me
You threaten me
He protects me
I'm confused
And feel used
Neither of you give up
I am so fed up
My life and love is not a bet
So both of you can just forget!!!

©sim
Fun Fictional write :)
443 · Oct 2017
Notorious Birds
Seema Oct 2017
...and the birds grew wild
when they saw my wings
flapping in the sky
they started to sing

broken wings, now repaired
gliding the sky for all to see
eagle, I hope you prepared
for the most awaited battle yet to be

new as ever I have my wings
polished and shiny
i also wear a ring
you be careful as, I come with a bang
to make you pay, with my gang

...for every twig you stole
...stacked it near my favorite pole
...for every notorious song you sang
...your neck soon, i will hang!


©sim
•°••anger of a tiny bird••°•
439 · Jan 2018
Life In A Dying Plant
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.
439 · Jan 2018
Part-Time Job Trilogy
Seema Jan 2018
(I)
The tray was empty
The cups half empty
He made his entry
All eyes on him
I stood there staring
The guy walked in
Our eyes met
But I quickly looked away
How can he be here
My boss, now I fear
He sat right infront of me
I stood still, his gaze fixed on me
Without hesitation I asked
"What would you like to have, "Sir"?
The moment I spoke, I knew what he thought
I left their table, full of other guests
And began to serve the rest
I could feel his gaze staring on my moves
I just hoped am not barred off my jobs
This was my part-time job
As I worked full time secretary for this mob
Yes, a business meet at this restaurant
I had no option, but to have two jobs
Life alone support was too much of a sob...

(II)
The clock ticked 12am
I quickly changed to leave
But, surprised was I
He was still gazing at me, why?
I ignored him and moved out to catch a cab
He followed, with stern voice he called me
"Wait!, I will drop you" was all he said
I know by the look he was somewhat mad
He drove slow and stopped half way
I didn't know what to say
Then he started, asking why I had to work there
When I had a polished job with him near
I told him, the reasons
He said, I didn't have to work here
He said he didn't like people holding my hand
He said that made him mad
I was beginning to feel sad
He assured to increase my pay
But warned only to work during the day
I thanked him, but he looked upset
He dropped me off and waited
Until I got in through the door
It was almost 2am now....

(III)
A bright day, I let my hair sway
In the office, the next day
Loaded with work, I began to lay
The files in order for my boss to say
Still in fear, brushing off the tear
I heard him bang the phone from the rear
He's still mad, of last night scenes
The entire day he was so mean
After work, he asked me to stay back
To tidy up the file rack
But I knew there was something he wanted to say
There was no doubt he was absolute dashing
One would dream to have him
He stopped my work, held my hand
And started his talk which seemed not to end
I was much too surprised when he proposed
That left me in state of a joke
But he said again, he wanted me to be with him
All time, by his side, ever since his wife died
I was first he never lied
Thus, my new life started...
he was my life,
he was my guide...
he was my love, with whom I now reside

-The End-

...they lived happily, there after...


©sim
Story poem. Totally fictional. Spilling imaginations.
438 · Apr 2018
Blessings
Seema Apr 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 words stings...
Too bad I had to let you go without cursing...
For God will do his best and deliver his blessings!

©sim
People and their leashing words. Hurtful.
436 · Oct 2017
Time Together
Seema Oct 2017
Beating this wild heat
With my favorite rolling treat
Music blast popping up on beat
While barbecuing fresh lean meat
Friends over, as I wave to greet
Being years, finally we meet
One fully dressed in suit, tucked in neat
Looking for a place near me, perhaps a seat
Most have moved to other places
See how, work, has stressed their faces
Taking "Heineken" out from the cases
Am glad to see smiles, on their stressed out faces
Enjoying each moment as we approach the sunset
The vibrant atmos appealing, the darker it gets
So many stories to share around
Within the reach of each hand, while we sat on the ground
A bonfire, flaming sunset, a mesmerizing evening
We all enjoyed together, forgetting the work phones ringing...



©sim
A life living in an opposite direction of the above, no regrets, no complains of what fills my plate :-)
436 · Jul 2017
Jack Misses Jill
Seema Jul 2017
"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
This is a fictional composition. Please read this in a slow pace to understand the emotional atmosphere between the two.
435 · Dec 2018
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
Whispering...
Thank you, Santa..

©sim
;-)
434 · Jan 2018
Trusted Cheaters
Seema Jan 2018
I wish to sit in the rain,
In a park washing away my pain,
A hot cup of coffee in my hand indeed,
Sipping slowly while my tears flow freed,
The aroma and taste of coffee,
******* onto the leftover toffee,
Gives a sensation feel of joy,
Who knew you also thought me as your toy,
Oh yes, it just feels as if it was today,
When I saw you in the marriage hall the other day,
Holding her hand who was my best friend,
Shattered came my dream world to an end,
You glanced at me from the chapel,
With your smirk smile you made me so *******,
Along came my best friend in her wedding gown,
Looking like a princess wearing a silver crown,
I had gifted her that on her birthday last year,
Didn't know she would become my greatest fear,
I was merely being used as a hitch for their meeting,
Always friendly and behind me their cheating,
Both played me like an average doll,
I can't stop thinking as my tears start to roll,
My soul mate now someone else's future fate,
Struck with shock and pain in a miserable state,
Was I really a bait for them to come closer,
Good heavens! I feel like such a loser,
Torn, hurt and shattered badly,
I know I have to live with this sadly,
Trust no one was my new goal,
And live life like a renowned soul...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
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