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Seema Dec 2017
A blessed year it has been
So many things done
Happy and broken I've seen
You were amongst one

Wishes I have for, all of you
May you continue to write
For your ink may never dry up
As all darkness may ease with light

Here at Hello Poetry
I heartedly thank you all
For every poet who has read and supported
And would pull me up, when my poems would fall

From the isles of Fiji
I wish you all happiness and joy
It's gonna be a blast tonight
I hope you all will enjoy....


©sim
Love to all.
Seema Dec 2017

Your eyes twinkle in the night
Like the bright star sparks a light
I'm mesmerized by this sight
How do I express you this feeling tonight?*


©sim
Seema Nov 2017
A swampy lake
Flowering lotus
Swarming snakes
In the deep waters

Pink and white
Within my sight
Glowing bright
Emotions fight

Reaching out to get a bloom
Standing at the shore of my doom
This heart is mesmerized already
Mind unfocused yet on steady

One step a time
"Snakes", this is no crime
Let me take one bloom
From your flowering lake room

I feel the crawl
Between my legs
Pacing without fall
Yet my lips beg

Plucked by hand
The brightest bloom
Now reaching the land
Infront, stood my doom

With eyes opened wide
Am still safe on land
My dream, a guide
Now buried in sand...


©sim
Just a dream. I am glad we don't have snakes in our country...Oh well no land snakes. Just deep water snakes.
Seema Dec 2017
Hi, are you available?
You've got a message from the devil
It wants you to jump down one level
Where lays the sharp coarse gravel
Few yards away down in that pit
Just behind where you sit
You've given it a lead to your life
Now it wants you to sharp that knife
The one you used to torture that girl
She was such a darl, a shining pearl
Your craving darkness sent her to hell
Not the hell where sinners go
But the hell where she never dreamt to go
Under the influence of lust and alcohol
You enjoyed her body despite her young soul
Once done, you ripped her off life
You killed her using this very knife
Now its payback time, you summoned the devil
While being surrounded by such great evil
Your deeds are justified by the God
He has sent your case to the hell Lord
The one you called upon is me ofcourse
Am the dark angel, the righteous evil from hell
The way down is right through that pit like well
Now you do as I say, lets make this quick, what say?
No more of your lusting, banging, burning desire
Lets go meet, the hell Lord...My Sire!!


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Seema Oct 2017
Messy hair
Lost a pair
Of what I forgot
"Oh yes! now I got"
Pair of my socks
Stuffed in a box
Dreadful ugly locks
Trying to braid
My messy hair
Ahh, I will just leave it
I now longer care
Gotta trim short, this hair
So my head is free
To feel the air...


©sim
Such a hot weather.
Seema Nov 2017
Already in million pieces
You shattered my heart
Blew out with your false kisses
If I only knew this from start

Now you bought tape and glue
Gathered the pieces one by one
Shaping in a heart without a clue
Glued together, with feelings of none

The heart, with many deep cracks
Some bits missing, showing incomplete
Trace with your finger and feel the tracks
Look at your hands, have you bled

Frustrated you tossed it away
Thinking about its ugly look
And the look it used to be one day
How you took and the way you shook

My heart, now in million pieces
Put together,yet lacked the impression
You blew few more kisses
And walked away with no expression...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write :)
Seema Feb 2018
The demons within weakens my energy source,
******* my thoughts blocking my mind with force,
My heart is bleeding, am gusting for life,
Feeling slashes over slashes with a sharp steel knife,
A mourning pain bearing every night,
Caught in the storm with shock and fright,
Fogs blurring my vision to see ahead,
Unaware of the dangers that awaits once led,
Out of positive energy feeling guilt inside,
Non I can see walking by my side,
No light, no positive vibes, no auras surround me,
Am left to find my way back to free as I want to be,
This happens every night when the moon is full,
I feel my mind getting twisted shrugging off the pull,
The hideous demon roaming in my mind growing cold,
Stirring a whirlpool to be drowned yet I hold,
For the night to pass till I meet the morning lights,
Feeling better to be out of the miserable nights...


©sim
Seema Nov 2017
Laying on the ground
Watching the sky
Mind picks the surround
While glimpsing up high

Another earth, another universe
Similar beings, like on earth
A galaxy full of planetary diverse
Is there another place of my birth?

Weird thoughts rush in my brain
As I close my eyes and float away
Catch a shuttle as my train
And out to look for another way

In the space, its darkness around
None familiar like our own
So many asteroids aggressively surround
My shuttle suddenly ****** and thrown

Another world, another place
No earth but all looks same
My radars down, shuttle at race
I soon realise why I came

The emptiness of this new find
Parallel planets, yes I survived
If only I could go back and unwind
With many tries I thrived

Eyes open, watching the sky
Shuttle ****** out from my mind
I left the other place without a bye
It's not my home, not my kind

Where I am now, is better already
I would live here than to find another
Life is well fine pacing steady
This universe is good living than the other...

©sim
Seema Oct 2017
Mirror Mirror** on the wall
For the real me, I call upon
Show thy true self on the shattered pieces
Scattered on the ground, like broken wishes

Mirror Mirror you are all I see
Inside you, my innocence screams to be free
Stepping on broken pieces, aches a pain from my past
It's dreadful, how much longer will I last

Mirror Mirror you speak the truth but show a lie
Yes I am prettier inside, but not outside, why?
A scared scary face covered in the scarf, hidden
To enter my own house, now I am forbidden

Mirror Mirror take me in
Let me bleed, to cleanse my sin
The shattered pieces has cut me deep
With my last breath, I hand my soul for you to keep...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
She was the last
The last one
To be ripped apart

No mercy was shown
Just flames of fury
Not even by her own
None made a query

Love was all she did
She did love him
But all got rid

Not of the same caste
They misjudged the danger
Their love didn't last
She became a stranger

Lack of family support
Support was none
For them, no one fought

Materialistic thought
Fake religious pride
Their love was caught
And soon they died...


©sim
I know I know I am a little carried away with fiction :)
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...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Not my story tho.
Seema Sep 2017
It's my last day here
Thank you very much all
You're all too great and dear
Please don't let your pen fall

My pen wouldn't work, the ink is dry
I shall cope for sometime
As might as well use another, a try
But not today, maybe some other time

A passion of writing is what I adore
Reading and imagining your writes
I would have written some more
But the ink won't glow any bright

I will see, what I can do
My pen says a goodbye
Besides missing all of you
Don't worry, all this is a lie...


©sim
Hahaha, my inner mischief child ;-)
Seema Apr 2018
I have no words
Just tears to shed
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.
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         Incomplete poem...
7th April, a dark daý
Seema Aug 2017
The street light flickers
Every night at around 3am
I seem to wake up
Around the same time daily
To witness the dense mist crawl

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Nov 2017
My heart weighs so heavy
I so wanna cry
My world looks so gravely
I so wanna die...*

©sim
Seema Jul 2017
I would like, you to know
That you were my devotion
And if I die, my soul will wonder
In a wait for your anticipation
I am sick of everything around
White lies, dark lies, all lies surround
A fool, I was believing in you
Surly you've left me to drown
One truth, an honest word
You never attempted to plead
Just stood there in the dark
Watching my wings tear and bleed
I went, out of my way to guide you,
On your righteous path each day
In a battle, I fought for you
But that win, you took it away
Now, I am a damaged angel
Mocking myself for goodness sake
Innocent man, gain easy trust
Then turnout to be fake!



©sim
Fiction
Seema Sep 2017
A blunt start
It's Monday blues
Aching heart
Searching for clues
Wondering eyes
Scheduled meetings
More sales lies
More customer cheatings
Gloomy, rainy, breezy day
Good morning, morning all passes say
My mind is rolling over thinking
My eyes heavy, dosing and sinking
O' I hope it was another holiday
Another day in bed, dreaming all the way
But Monday always comes again
Ruining my week, giving me pain
Same people, same desk, job loads
Traffic queuing on the roads
O' this laziness
I need coffee, to focus on today's business
Monday! Monday! Fly away fast
Till Friday comes, with a party blast...


©sim
Glad the day is over :)
Seema Jun 2017
My knee weakens at the sight
A massacre of the innocent
Parts of their body littered
As few were mercilessly beaten

The explosion seemed a drill
In a located farming area
Where people go and fill,
Water, pulled by a cart carrier

Where children, usually play
While mothers do their work
Making crooked dolls with clay
In garbbish language, they talk

Sadden, broken wailing mothers
Call onto their childs name
A horrific sight, winked at them
Humanity, what a shocking shame

Cradles gone, blood smeared
A mourning torture grimmed
Giggles gone, people feared
Ears deafened with screams

A peacful, happy settlement
Now a testing bound ground
Cruelty of these man monsters
Polluted their calm surround

Ghosts and devils are a myth
When in vision we see men
Horrendous ****** figures
I wander, what they have learnt

Puppets of the money skimmers
Twinted toys of military goons
People killed everyday
See, how they break their rules

Peace is fading drastically
Where civilians relay on their leaders
Fools, they've been made
They are their testing feeders

Rest in peace, O' beautiful souls
Thou it was not your call
I hope these money made figures,
Push themselves and fall!


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
Heavy dews shine out
A snail sailing on a log
Morning rays to peak
Mr. Sun is up, smiling bright
Greetings to everyone here

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Jul 2017
He raised high, like a star
Into the bleak sky
Full of dreams, yet so far
Where the armed angel lie
A drop of rain fell that very moment
Right into the heart of the earth
More drops followed, only to torment
The one, to whom I gave birth
My child, my grave maybe deep
But my love for you is deeper
I have been put to sleep
Yet, I'll always be your well-wisher
I am your mother, afterall dear
You may forget me, but how can I?
Your million dollar earn per year
Has parted you from me, why?
Call me, when you in need, my brave
I'll always watch over you, my child
Remove the weeds from my grave
As my existence, has vanished in the wild
When you breakdown, and yearn for my love
Remember to watch the same sky
Flying high, I'll be the white dove
Because a mother's love, is not a lie...

©sim
Seema Nov 2017
My eyes are brown
On my head sits a crown
I love jester, the clown
But I hate the gate keepers frown
I may look small but I'm quite grown
What I know, you will be blown
My pets, I have two, which I own
One has given me a bone as a loan
So I can give to the other who moans
You have guessed, I am talking about my dogs
Who always play hide'n' seek near the piled logs
I hate when I accidentally kick a frog
Near the logs where we play
Resting on the green grass, together we lay
At the days end, when mother sees my muddy face
The lecture starts from this case to nutcase
Nonetheless, my mother loves me dearly
Afterall I am her little princess, Ely...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Nov 2017
When my eyes become tired
And my hair turns grey
Do feel the days I've cried
And lost track on my pray

You chose to leave
Even when I opted
You made me believe
In love and feelings, I adapted

Years have past
Where have you gone?
Silence surrounds so fast
My heart, all wretched and torn

Your promises has gone in vain
Each of which you sealed with a kiss
The thoughts, now have become a pain
As this heart mourns for you I miss...


©sim
Seema Feb 2018
My eyes are so numb that it won't shed a tear...
Torn inside, learning losing you, has become a fear...
I'm stuck with the moments we shared so far...
Now watching my tears flow as I stared at your car..
I glanced at a picture of you and me clicked by a friend...
I should realise that breakups have become today's trend...
I hope you get what you've been yearning for...
So sorry if I've made you feel so bore...
Enough of worrying as I should move on...
I know you would not return as you are long gone...


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
I tried binding my feelings for sometime
                      Unfortunately it kept spilling everytime

So I left such feelings to haunt you down
                      As am moving away, away from this town...


©sim
Fictional. Not going anywhere ;-)
Seema Aug 2017
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?


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
After the days work.
Putting away, old tales,
She starts a new one.
Patting me to sleep, good night,
Mothers are so beautiful.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Feb 2018
All I could hear was knock knock
Anyone in there
Then blank mind block

The smell of smoke
The raging anger in the blood shot eyes
The ill feeling
Made me choke

It was all well and a happy day
I set down to pray
A beautiful shopping day

In my room I sat writing as usual
Out the window I saw something unusual
A masked man peeping in the other apartment
Without thinking I called out

Not long when I heard a shout
Perhaps the masked man caused harm
I ran to the phone but the line was dead
Foot steps raised an alarm

Slowly I moved into my room
Locked the door
And then I heard a loud boom
No escape from my room

The masked man jammed the door from outside
And here I was scared, locked inside
I screamed, shouted but no one heard
Smoke slowly filling the room

I moved to the corner of my room
I prayed, I prayed hard for rescue
But none could hear, only smoke just smoke
Hard to breath, room heating up

I felt it was my end
My heartbeat felt slower
My lungs gave up and I fell on the floor
Eyes blurred with tears, face grabbed all fears

Knock knock I could barely hear
Someone call
I was laying beside the back wall

After few hours I opened my eyes
Looked up to see the ceiling not the skys
I was alive
Saved by the fire fighters

Yes I could breath fresh air again
Out of the smoke filled room
That was almost my doom
I was glad that I was still sane

But I could feel the pain
In my head, in my chest, in my veins
The murderer successed in killing Mr.Rein
His escape was in vain

Laying here in the hospital bed
Trying to control my tears
As I faced with the most unusual fears
I still remember all, even its been years

©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Seema Sep 2017
Beyond miseries of my broken heart
Lives the shattered pieces fallen apart
The player has made it into a jigsaw
Putting the pieces on high verge and low
Each piece is dipped into a pool of red ink
Soaking blank pages, while dried to shrink
With a sharp knife, the player craves a shape
A 3-D formation tucked in with a tape
The shape of a heart to replace the broken part
The broken heart now a 3-D paper art
Hoping for a beat, the player hears a cry
The shape is applauding, you made a good try
But the paper soon withered along with the ink
That left the player wondering to think
Why such an experiment was of need
His own 3-D paper made heart could not seed
The real feel and the love for he could not see
Now, insanely crying for his love, that was me...*


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
Walking on the shores
With my bestie paws
Together we walk
While stopping to talk
Both our shadows meet
As we take time to greet
The sunset at the beach
My bestie at my reach
So cute and loyal
My best friend walks like a royal
A dog you can say
But he's my happiness all the way...


©sim
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


©sim
An old write.
Seema Aug 2017
My beautiful tulip flowers
Red, blue, yellow and white
Tucked in a flower vase
That I've placed within my sight

Away in some floral valley
In my dream, that's not true
I am picking lovely flowers
The ones that I just drew

So bright, the petals shine
Amongst the desperate weeds
Butterflies enjoy the nectar
And gather their feeds

A sudden gist, broke my dream
With a brush, I began to paint
A vase, with my favorite tulips
That looks kind of a quaint...

©sim
Seema Aug 2017
My body is a chariot
Pulled by five horses
Each day duly proletariat
Surrounded by many forces

The horses are my senses
Tied by the rope of feelings
The driver wears filtered lenses
It's my brain that does the dealings

The rider is my humble soul
Doing its deed each day
The horses alert of the foul
When the driver changes its way*



©sim
"My body is a chariot,
Chariot has five senses such that the horses
Horses tied with ropes, these ropes are my feelings
Feelings in the hands of a driver which is my brain
Brain consoles the rider, and this rider is my soul..."

Inspired by a discourse
Seema Dec 2018
Lazy as a sloth
Muddy, playful paws in shade
Throwing in tantrums
Playing hide and seek daily
My amazing little child



©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Sep 2017
A place to spend your holiday
A place of peace and getaway
Pack your bags and grab a flight
For Fiji is awaiting your atmost sight
Early sunrise, cool sea breeze
Waterfall wonders, you'll surely freeze
Hikes like no other, activities you'll enjoy
No dangers, no creatures no forest toy
No roaring lions, no slithering snakes
No bears of any kind that awakes
Just wild birds chattering their plea
"Come on humans, why do you flee"
People friendly of all races
Sometimes its hard to tell their origin by faces
Food of great delicacy on a bed of island chill
You'll not be disappointed when you'll get your bill
White sandy beaches open to all
Bonfire activities often on a roll
Special island dances and firewalking by natives
So much to do, plan your island motives
Just now I see a big cruise ship docked at sea
Why not come down and enjoy
A small piece of heaven, my Fiji can be...


©sim
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 Nov 2017
Red vines growing in the garden of my heart
Twisting and turning such a beautiful art
Every junction, an estuary of blood flow
A brisk of good feeling makes my heart glow
The garden is healthy yet empty from inside
With shades of red it covers from outside
For people who dared visiting this place
Always seeked love and left their trace
A few entered the garden with lust intention
And left the vines dead to bring me to attention
Since then the garden is fenced and locked
Some predicted it won't work but were shocked
Today the garden blooms with healing vines
While I water it everyday with tasty red wines...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Jan 2018
Days are getting dark
My mind has lost its spark
I can barely see the sun
As the heavy clouds seem to run
My eyes have gone blurry
Loads on my head is too much to carry
I walk up the same paths everyday
But I sat down to watch the path today
A steep walk one can take
To the beautiful enchanted lake
Surrounded by the wild flowers
A beautiful scenery with trees tall like towers
My favourite of them are tulips
Seeing the blooms take dips
In the lake to quench its thirst
Then open its bud like a fireflake burst
Such a wonderful fairy tale place
You can follow this path and trace
The dreamland forest where the lake flows
Where the wind slowly blows
This is where my heart really glows...


©sim
Feel of nature.
Seema Nov 2017
I dream of no one
As you are my reality
Besides you, I have none
You are my serenity

My love for you is beyond these ties
Not of any hatred or sorrowful lies
The depth of an ocean shall be my witness
Our souls shall always unite

I kiss your lips and hug you tight
You are my world, you are my knight
You make me feel beautiful and bright
No matter how dark, the night

Lay here in my arms
Let me feel your beat
Your sneaky smile, plays a charm
Now I feel the heat...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Dec 2017
The moments fade
Like that of many seasons
Leaving appalling memories
And few fake reasons

Just to comfort ones self
And spreading the warmth of smiles
Never letting anyone guess
The walk you take alone in miles

Tho shattered into infinite pieces
Still keeping your frame strong
Waking up everyday like dead
From within, you know you're not wrong

Days spent at work
And free time at the park
While watching the fictional routines of norms
You sit there till dark

You begin to love your solitude
And avoid congestion and loud
Away from the puppeteer world
Into your own little happy crowd

Where you have smiles, kindness
Warmth, and selfless gratitude
The place where the unfortunate children are
You encourage them with positive attitude

With little presents for God's earthly angels
You can't get enough of their cheerful giggles
Left in orphanages and other caring homes
My friends are these, my little smeagols



©sim
Spare a gift this festive season for the unfortunate children.
Seema Sep 2017
Mummy was angry
And I was hungry
Heated some curry
As I was in a hurry

"I will be late", I told her
To see a friend
"I am taking my car"
We'll meet at the cities end

Driving away, I saw her
Through the rear mirror
She kept moving so far
My mum from another era

Half way down the road
I felt guilty leaving her alone
Called my friend, excused of workload
Headed back home, my heart not of stone

Mum was sitting in tears
She startled to see me again
Seemed I've gone for years
Her tears ruled out her pain

I made up to her with love
Assured I'll always be there
She's my beautiful lucky dove
Her effort has put me here...


©sim
Love you mom :)
Seema Aug 2017
Cool and breezy
My hands all greasy
Fixing my car, alright
Been busy since last night
A lot tired today
More work, what can I say
Worst of all this rain
Just had to pour again
I rather use my brain
Then to cause myself pain
I'll just call on a mechanic
So to fix my car without panic
All this greasy smell
Oh, **** this hell
I'll just let the experts handle
While I light a candle
Power just had to go off
And I hate this irritating cough
Am writing about my neighbor
Who was working alone, no labor
He was muttering and complaining
While talking to mechanic and explaining
Poor guy, gave me a theme to write
I wish his car gets fixed by tonight...


©sim
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
Seema Sep 2017
Your white lies
And guessing
Games

You stumbling over
Some foreign
Names

You smile and
Wink to
Blame

Your action sometimes
Turns out
Lame

I love you
Like a
Flame

Adore our selfies
In the
Frame

Always with you
You're my
Dream

You are my
Only soul
Reaper

And I'm your
Only soul
Grim



©sim
Hay(Na)Ku
3-2-1 or 1-2-3 word
Seema Nov 2017
Certain parts of me, you cannot unlock
It's these scars and memories I tend to block
You chose me to be your part
To take away the pain from your heart
The love you pour out of your soul
Is one of your unintentional future goal
I, on the otherhand, is an open book
Few chapters you read, with tears, away you look
Hard times we both have faced
Each time a struggle, a case just paced
Now that the terms and conditions being laid out
It's up to you to think about
Life in a second is not easy to move
Most times it's way another we prove
To stay together and try to work
Love comes second, with a lot of talk
Understanding is first and so is trying
Sometimes its worth a go then spend time crying
Lots to learn and much to give
It's a handshake to move on and to live
Soon the unlock parts would rust
With residual memories becoming merely a dust
Hope in a new life is a must for both
With love and promises, now we seal this oath...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Sep 2017
For, my soul is a knight
Darkness stays out of sight
My eyes captures the vision
Of my life's daily mission
I know, you must be thinking
That I am too obsessed and certain
But assuring, my ego is sinking
With a diverse challenged pattern
The insights are behind my smile
When you see me walking a mile
Burying away my grudges and pain
For all the positive energy I can gain
My mind is at echoed peace
But my practice will surely reach
To my embodied childish soul
Peeping in the light, like a timid mole
Feathering my innocent broken heart
That had flames and was ashing apart...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
My life isn't drowning
With grudges of past
I withhold my powers
To see, what comes last

Night brings in fear
Of being tortured again
Still I continue to live
As long as I am sane

I am strong willed, alone
Not a coward as you may think
My heart has become a stone
It lets all my feelings sink

I may die one day
Without even your touch
In a deep sleep, unwaken
I know, you don't care much

Alone, I was born
Then I was raised
Later got torn
Others were amazed
Brimed to the top
With your beautiful love
Then my wings, you chopped
And let me fall from above
You showed me light
In the darkest hour before
Now, you prove wrong, right
Consuming me in your internal war
I am not weak to fight
We can still talk it out
These chains are tight
But I will not scream or shout
If death chose, you as my reaper
So enjoy you grateful deed
Lord is my souls keeper
He will deliver my prayers, indeed!


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
Walking past a lonely rivulet
I heard someone call
Upon the swerving sceneries
It became louder near the fall

I paced up to find out
What could it possibly be?
I nearly fell for the shout
But there was no one except me

As I turned to go, I heard it again
My eyes searching desperately
For that one repeated call
And was stunned unexpectedly

A beautiful bird, so enchanting
On a branch, looking quite mystical
Chirping loudly "I need you"
I was taken back by whimsical

Clear as a human pitch noise
Each call sounded "I need you"
It was just a birds voice
I need you, I need you...


©sim
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.
Seema Feb 2018
I am a small boat in a big ocean, all alone tugging along a wrecked ship...

Nights pass with heavy loads and day breaks with hardwork, yet I tug alone my wrecked ship...

Many storms come along, with tide so swift that I nearly lose my grip on my wrecked ship, lightening so bright and thunder roars gives me shivers of doubt that I might not make to the shore with my wrecked ship...

With a high aim and certainty, I tug along with my wrecked ship...

Days go by and I still see no land, will I be able to safely shore my wrecked ship...

Sometimes I see land but my sight has gone so blurry that even reality passes my sight...

Thinking I was taking the right path to the shore but the waves sway me in all directions, it's hard to tell which direction I am in now...

It's a big ocean and am all alone tugging my wrecked ship...


©sim
It becomes rather challenging when you are looking after a loved one going through a severe stroke and Alzheimer's. A mother is a mother, her love cannot be replaced by any other.
Seema Oct 2017
I have been told that my writes are vague
Too vague that it sounds fake
The poem gets off track and basically floats
I do use symbols at times and quotes
But the message within my writes are unclear
It's ok, I accept the critics and I don't shed a tear
I apply a playful twist in my writes, some transparent, some translucent, some to the point and some with open queue
Whatever you might think, I actually like your view
The theme I choose are simple to one's mind
Yet, with fiction, imaginary and factual stories I bind
It's up to you to call it a pathetic write,
But I write to craft and I call this an art
Not to be perfect, as perfection is hard
One message could be interpreted differently
As the theme plays in my head structuring mentality
C'mon poets each write is a definition of our own creation
So read, smile and show your appreciation...


©sim
I am not judgemental, I just write coz I like doing so. I accept the critics :)
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