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Seema Sep 2017
In a distant,
I see...
Smoke rising in the sky
Hovering black, consuming my vision
I am trying to reason out, why?
It's coming from the near deserted prison

After a while,
I see...
The ruined prison block, lighting up
From over a cliff, I notice this scene
Black smoke pouring from above
This happenings I've already seen

Confused mind,
I think...
My dream from last night has taken a turn
Should I explore and find out?
But what if I don't return?
Will anyone search and come about?

One way,
Let's explore...
So I lead myself towards the light
Fighting with giant cobwebs on the way
Something sinister caught my sight
But that seemed far deep, further away

My inner,
Voice...
Let's not go any further from here
For your soul is not ready to endure
Close your eyes and ears, don't you fear
You will return to your world, for sure

Sudden awake,*
Present...
For I've been asleep for hours today
Seems I've been to another place of mark
May be this is a message to show me the way
Of what lays further in the dark


©sim
Dream within a dream.
Seema Jan 2018
I want you to:

Protect me always
Even if you are away
Always call me
Cause you are mine to be
Everything else doesn't matter, you see

I come with peace:
                                 Personality
                                 Education
                                 Attention
                                 Care
                                 Everything
I just want you for me...



©sim
Seema Sep 2017
I've lost a battle
Within my soul
My mind is unsettle
Forgot about my goal

Now trying to revive
To recollect and recall
The medium to survive
Before another fall

The pressure is intense
From my own peers
My heart goes in pretense
Hiding all my fears

Night brings in dark thoughts
To harm myself again with pains
Destined to fight these lots
But my hands are soaked with stains

Blood, it is mixed with ink
As I write on these walls
Drawing up my insanity link
That's when I heard the calls

Ambu sirens squeak the street
Someone rushes in my room
Gives me anesthesia as a greet
But time kicked me to my doom...


©sim
Peer pressure, in a new fashion has erupted recently. "The blue whale challenge", "The hot water challenge". Our teens are targeted on these brainwash challenges. Please keep a close watch on them.
Seema Jul 2017
On a dark moonless night
As I sat with a pen in my hand
Thinking back on those words
I am alive, thanks for thy prayers
I couldn't have just died that moment
Coz I promised my soul
That, till I breath
Never shall I change what I've gained
Good and bad people pollute this world
No one's road is ever straight
Standing in front of a mirrior each day
Looking at my face
It's just a matter of two steps
And a need of four shoulders
Hope this pens ink doesn't stop
Else this write could be a disaster
Without usage of right words of gold....


©sim
**Kalam Ki Sihaai**
Raat andheri, chupa tha chaand
Baithi mein kalam liye
Sochti haar woh ek baat
Zinda hoon aapki duaon se
Pal pal mar yuhi nahi sakti
Apne rooh se kiya ek wada
Jab talak saasein chale
Badal na dena apni ye hasti
Ache, bure log bhare hain duniya mein
Kisi ka raasta seedha nahi hota
Khadi ayine ke samne roz,
Apna chahera yuhi nihaarti,
Do kadam ki baath hai
Aur chaar kandhe ki zarurat
Is kalam ki sihaai ruk na jaaye
Aafat ** jayegi,
Lutane mei labzo ki daulat...

©sim
Seema Jan 2018
...After fire
In mirror I saw
Bandaged face
Looked raw
You seemed sickened
For what you saw

A pretty face
Not anymore
The fire revenged
And let my skin tore

I was same inside
An ugly fame
You left me outside
Cause of shame

With bald head
Withered skin shed
Lashes and brows
All damaged dead

A state of blank
When you left
On a verge of
Crazy and crank

Days past, months
Then years
Doctors tried best
On my appearance

Finally after years
I walk without fear
But these eyes fill up
With uncontrollable tear

I am new,
But not forgotten
You left me saying
My face was rotten

You judged me
By my appearance
Which in years has
Drowned in disappearance

I have long hair,
Beautiful brows and lashes
With you gone, left me with flashes
My life now, with unfilled dashes...


©sim
Fictional poetic story. Spilling imagination.
Seema Jul 2017
Perry and Pieper
Friends by far
Perry is a fruit lover
And Pieper is a Viper
Perry picks red cherries
While Pieper offers an apple
Perry bites on a side
As Pieper hisses away
Both happy and merry
Suddenly there's a sway,
The cherry basket falls
As Perry's skin turns dark
From her hand, the apple falls
Death has put a mark
Pieper hisses and hides  
On the apple tree, afar
Perry, perishes aside
Remembering, how Eve
Was offered an apple by
A snake - probably a Viper!


©sim
Fiction. Wrote this out of boredom.
Seema Feb 2018
The smile, the beauty, the style
Disappeared within life's mile
Your talks, your walks, your moods
Vanished like a deer in deep dark woods
You changed,
How you changed?
There are no feelings to exchange,
How strange!
Now you stay out of range,
One moment you are within my reach,
The other moment you are out-of-reach,
I feel the stone cold stigma in you,
But you have denied my view,
I saw you talking to yourself,
Which I thought was normal for oneself,
Little did I care then, that you were two within one,
A hard fact to understand and overcome,
Was of a personality disorder syndrome,
Of what one could say of schizophrenic state,
How could I understand this so late,
You are no longer same for me,
Neither you want me around nor see,
Doctor's have done their best,
Is this my life's real test?
It's ok to walk away from me strangely,
But I will not give up easily,
There are chances you will be fine,
I will not abandon you cause you are MINE!


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination.
Seema Dec 2017
The ocean may rise
In a phenomenon disguise
You may not wait to give me a hand
To collect the emerging sand
Or the damaged pieces of shells
When the shores sink in like wells
The drips of water may sway
And you my friend, would just
Turn away......!


©sim
{what the sense and mind notices, unexplained questions}
{tears rising in eyes}
{unknowingly seeing my love with the other yet I disguise my tears}
{If I breakdown, you may not give ahand}
{To collect the memories}
{and the broken parts of my heart}
{heart sinks in deep}
{my tears would just be brushed off}
{rather consoling me, you would just leave}
{Coz you stole my love, and left me drowning deep}
Seema Jun 2017
I don't know, how many heartbeats are left in this body. But I can assure you, that my time is quite near. Near to the gates of freedom from this sinful body. I admire, the ticks on the old wall clock. It gradually reminds me of my choking last breaths. The treasure chest in my heart weighs heavy with sorrows. The key resides in my mind, where the memories churn. My eyes stare wide at the pillars and the high ceilings. The energy to raise my hand has drained to the point, where I can't even get up. Blurred vision and twinkling micro lights fly whenever I blink to see, to see what I've missed more. To see that one peace that my soul craved for. To see you, being successful. Sometimes, I hold onto my breath...to get the feelings of death. But then, I am suddenly perched with enormous pain, like a million needles stamped over my chest.
A pin drop silence, then a siren sheering sound bust in my ears. And this, my dear I believe is a tour of hell.
It's just a bad fate, I carry with me, and this will leave me only.
Only, on the day,
I leave this needless body, for good
And all the pain, the sufferings, the sounds shall stop
...
A pin drop silence



©sim
Seema Feb 2018
"Your words pinned me like needles,

Now bleeding to death without pain".*

©sim
Seema Jul 2017
Lean not on to me
O' dear one
I am weary and old
All day in the sun

Standing, bearing
The heat and rain
Abused and vandalized
Pinned with pain

My branches shade
To one and all
Now too old to stand
I am ready to fall

No leaves, no greenery
Only dead branches stand
Birds just pass by
As I am stuck on this land

An woodcutter showed
No mercy today
Chopped off all branches
And took all my pieces away

Now I am just rooted
Like an ugly dying pole
Wishing for a great storm
To release my tortured soul...

©sim
Respect the nature, respect our trees, if they ain't around, there will be no breeze. Don't just kick on a dying tree to make it fall...look carefully, it may just be alive like our grandparents.
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
Seema Dec 2017
It's pitch dark outside
Like how my soul is from inside
Day brings in the light rays
While my spirit has its own ways
Known I am for my force
Some have lost others at worse
Sinking in this darkness of night
Till we see each other soon at light...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Oct 2017
The roots are nearly dead
The stems are weak
The tree that stands
Now has fallen sick

The leaves are wilting
Changing its entire look
There's no chance of feeding
As the frame has shook

The buds have already fallen
As dews made them heavy
No bloom, nor scent of pollen
Nones intention to chevy

We losing plants everyday
We all know how
Plant a tree, they always say
I hope it's not just another show...


©sim
Seema Nov 2017
I can not say much
Wouldn't matter anyway
Tell them, who have a say
Maybe they can find a way
Not to cut down trees
As they provide fresh breeze
Infrastructure development
Leading to wildlife extinction
Run out a petition
With people in position
Maybe they would listen
Maybe they would understand
Maybe they would care
Give it a go
Run the show
From high to low
Take help from the law
Let the wild paws live amongst the greenery
Its a very nice breezy scenery
I am sure something could be done
Or are there ears to hear none...


©sim
Seema Feb 2018


I feel the poison flowing in my veins...

   The upcoming darkness shall never prevail...

       My hunt will begin soon, once I recall the trail...

              With shut eyes I picture my enemies fail...


*
©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional.
Seema Oct 2017
I plucked a bud
It emerged into a flower
I poked it in the mud
Watered it every hour

Beautiful petals,
greeted with fragrance
Soft stem and leaves,
smiled with elegance

Upon sunset, the same day
The flower hung low
As I moved away
It withered and took a bow

Next day, no fragrance
No cheerful bloom
It looked obvious on the entrance
So I plucked out to its doom

I cried,
as I shouldn't have plucked the bud
I cried,
coz it seemed unhappy so it kissed the mud

I left the flowers to be
As they bloom beautifully how it used to be
So I just visit the shrub bushes to see
The blossoms, the butterflies and the bees...

©sim
Seema Dec 2017
He made up his mind
And showed signs of unkind
He picked a chic
That was his best pick
He showed no mercy
That, I could clearly see
He held her tight
While she screamed
And tried to fight
In vain, the chopper,
Dropped in accelerating speed
And quickly the head went off
I began to cough
The scene made me sick
Why was she the pick?
He succeeded with his goal
I watched from the Peephole
Scared, I ran to my room
Hid myself from the site doom
After few hours mum came in
I told her about the committed sin
She smiled and left me in
After a while, mum called
From kitchen or down the hall
I jumped and made my way in a hurry
In my plate she served rice
With chicken curry!!

Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Jul 2017
Paint me red
Or paint me black
Over my face
And around my neck
Make me look ugly
On the worn canvas
Tint my eyes
Scribble my lips
Show your hatred
Show your anger
Spill those lies
Until you can't recognise
The painted portrait
Of me,
my love...

©sim
Seema Nov 2017

Inside my head
Millions of threads
Collide in a mess

Inside my heart
In various parts
Stuck, are broken pieces of your art
*
Such possessivness you have
To no one you abide nor you serve
On my left wrist and palm
Are scars by your harm
On my right wrist and palm
You wrote with calm
Your name with a knife point
So much pain at my wrist joint
That you held so tight
My teary eyes closing in bright
You enjoying with delight
The blood on my wrist slowly flows
While carving slicing like claws
You seem fine not knowing I am dying
Left me for a while to rest
Your tattoo came out the best
In few hours you came back
To see the blood on my wrist and neck
You cried out calling my name
You didn't realise, what a shame!
You cut my wrist like I was a pest
In a dark corner, you left my body to rest...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Aug 2017
Slippery potholes
Muddy pool, caramal top
Hungers the swamp frogs.
Dirt road on rainy evenings,
Creatures crawl in the dim light.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Nov 2017
The hands of a giver
Like our Lord
Flows like a river
Pushes us forward
We the receiver
Beings of today
Believe a deceiver
Dramas everyday
Dark days drown you
Trustworthy left few
You cry and pray
He listens what you say
Delivers from evil
Yet you're led by devil
In dark holes
You hide like moles
Found by the cops
Beaten from bottom to top
Heavy dose on drugs
You lay on wet rugs
Cry till your tears dry
It's about time to try
Kneeling down
Like a messy clown
Asking for forgiveness
From our Lord God
You yell out your grieveneses
And utter the good words
The prayer cleanses your soul
Sparks light in the dark hole
You feel the hand touch
Thankful so much
The evil being cast out
While your soul comes about
At the feet of our Lord
You deliver reverence
To the almighty God...

©sim
Seema Jul 2017
I lifted my hands
To sing praise to the lord God
The thunder roared, all
of a sudden, providing
The beats, to my tuneless song

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7
Seema Nov 2017
Your hazel colored eyes
Hides so many young lies
You say my heart is like gold
But then you mock me, as I am old

Love is what I fell for
You bribed me off, tore me apart
The tears that now pour
Weren't evident from the start

It's sad to walk away
Seeing you shine with your father
But as you always say
I remind you of your precious mother...


©sim
Not all step moms or partners are bad. Just a thought of write.
Seema Jun 2017
Dark and clumsy weather
Haunts nearly everyday
Am reading through predictions
As few people gather to pray

The elders discuss of the end
Which sound scary and frightful
Nothing would be left intact
As all will be engulfed in a mouthful

Either the earth will part to swallow
Or the giant waves would leach
The winds might develop a mighty tornado
And ****** all lives within its reach

Day by day the ozone depletes
The earth furiously wears away
Blind are the two-legged monsters
Paid to work without a say

Maybe the wise speak the truth
That, of the coming destruction
Everything will be perish and sweeped off
For maybe a new construction!


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
Now the skies have turned amber
Due to the burning fields, near
The rise of cunning termites
Is at peak, this time of the year

The bumpy clouds have gathered
But there is no sign of rain
The elnino has spread wide
Wrapping wrath in pain

The greenery has shaded
The temperature rising each day
The cool air has waded
Animals dying everyday

Sweat, fills under my sucken eyes
Humidity on troll these days
Birds peek to drink water,
Trying to cool themselves in some ways...


©sim
Climatic change, a devastating downflow we are swimming into. Soon to be drowned in our own geo creations.
Seema Aug 2017
The pretentious lobby
Of my arrogant mind
Makes ego my hobby
Stubborn and unkind

I am like a dead field
Where nothing grows
Inside my own shield
Listening to the passby crows

My vision is strong
Yet, I am blind
My wrong becomes my wrong
I have a clueless mind

No smile, only frowns
And fumes of anger rise
From within that drowns
My eyes emotionless cries

I am trying to build
A cheerful being as I was
Before negativity filled
My bloodstreams as a cause

Hence, I am stray and alone
Trying to polish myself again
To shine tho am hard as a stone
Neglecting all my unfelt pain...

©sim
Seema Aug 2017
Dreaming a dream within my dream
Riding a crane with a handful of grain
Wearing a husky helmet to cover my fragile brain
From the storm bringing in crazy rain
Diving down towards the meadows and plains
Calling out my own name, again and again
Unable to hear myself, I call out again
This time I wanted to prove, I am not insane
Surprisingly, I somehow fell from the main
Landing on a thorn patch with aches and pain...
Towards midnight, my eyes opens wide
Finding no thorn patch as only my pillows beside
O' what a dream of falling from great heights
I am thankful as it was just a dream, alright!!


©sim
Just a dream.
Seema Dec 2017
He choked
With words
While poked
With a sword
He spoke
The truth
Of the smoke
Feel of ruth
Death for liars
Bail for speakers
Thrown in fires
The devil seekers
He was spared
A weakened soul
Often stared
By the beasts in coal
No way out
Even if he tried
Sounds of his shout
In melody he cried
Life long hunger
Engulfed in dark
How much longer
Will the beasts bark
Lasting debt
Unchosen fate
Leashed wrath
He was the bait...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Seema Sep 2017
Dream
         Scream
Wonder
         About.

Feel
      Deal
Lost
      Unbound.

Love
       Hate
Cry
       Try.

What
        Why
Tears
        Dry.

Rain
      Drains
Pain
      Away.

Beated
         Cheated
Treated
          Sway.

You
     Me
Soon
     Alone.

Love
       Again
Both
       Known.

No
   Resistance
No
   Pain.

Heart
         Soul
Together
         Again!



©sim
Seema Oct 2017
It's my fears...
That track down my tears
Long been years
Yet no one hears
Listening lies through my ears
It's my pain...
That drizzle like rain
Who else was at gain?
By pronouncing me insane
Here am held inside this room
Questions and questions
My colorful world, now a gloom
A fresh flower, lost its bloom
Now I rest with painful treat
Tomorrow another sorrowful greet
Death where are you?
Why am I standing away from the queue?
I am getting better, ain't I?
Please don't give me false hope, don't you lie!
Smiling away, hands in cuff, covered in blood
Drooling like a dope
They gave me a false hope
So I killed the robe man, thinking he was Pope
No escape, am doomed for eternity
Poisoned my food, later they blame the security
A hell on earth, now kneeling to my death
Happy are those but they'll soon feel my wrath...


©sim
Fiction write.
Seema Jun 2017
Lost, yet losing another battle
Amongst many mannequins
But the agony doesn't settle
Coz the desire ignites more sins

We fight ourselves and give a way
For others to take over the place
Yet mind and heart beg to stay
To compete in the popularly race

Love is such a challenge, for
Mankind to keep it flourished
Most seen and saw many hearts tore
As flushed eyes stare astonished

Slitting wrist and overdosing mayhem
Serve as a culture to those grievers
Sadist rhythm and sour anthem
Twist their minds, forget retrievers

Like a new epidemic leashed out
And the entire planet, a test ground
Goons, gruff and celebrate about
At the new prototype that roams around

Pointing fingers at others in blame
Raising conflicts, to more lethal levels
To brainwash everyone, their only aim
And these are the real devils

Controlled by trotting wealthiers
We're shot with some ridiculous vaccine
Spilled lies, of life based on certain healthiers
Change the channels, in news it's all seen

Yet, believing the media is another slot
They only show the entertainment bit
The reality is edited and maybe reshot
And the channel becomes a hit

Dummies are we, to unknown users
Our daily lives residue normality
How great are these leading looters
Who shake hands to fulfill, formality!


©sim
Seema Jun 2017
Blunt blade cuts with pain
The deeper it goes in, the
more hatred, it spills.
Psychosis, plays its neat game,
deemed with a horrific cult.


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Dec 2017
Love is pure
Are you sure?
The hearts get lured
But not insured
The feelings get broken
When love finally is woken
One sided love sick
But the other has their own pick
A handsome fellow or a wealthy chic
Love is no longer pure
It's just a bait to lure
Then left out for sure
Most of us would agree
That love comes as free
So we all take it
Cause love doesn't grow on trees
It's a freebie token
You get tossed once you are broken...

©sim
Fictional write. Just few thoughts in. I'm sure we all have our own perceptions.
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...


©sim
Spilling clinging thoughts.
Seema Aug 2017
A beautiful quill
Freely dancing with the breeze
Landed on a branch
A bird picked it up quickly
And flew in the open sky

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Oct 2017
Looking down from an ancient tower
Ruins of life, bushes of dead flower
No sign of rain to bring back the bloom
My eyes growing numb as the weather turns gloom
Rain is what I wish for
Drizzle now, drizzle and pour
O' gathering clouds
Quench the thirst which crowds
I will contribute my tears
For it has not rained for few years
The small creatures yearn for rain
Pour now and sooth thy pain
Let the meadows sprout greenery
And there be enchanting paradise scenery
The desperate need for this place is rain
So bring back these to life and strength to gain
I will pour down few tears.....
......while awaiting for the rain


©sim
Hasn't rained for the past 4months :(
This write just spilled from my mind :)
Seema Jul 2017
The pitter patter
Melodiously falls on
The old metal roof
Soon a spectrum of colors
Crossed the blue celestial dome


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Jan 2018
This rain
Washes my pain
Cools my head
Hydrates my brain
Dilutes my tears
And drains my fears
We no longer together
It's been many years
Suddenly he shows up
With his coffee cup
And my scars open
To bleed with sorrow
As if there's no tomorrow
I walked away unrecognized
In the rain, I disguised
He followed to apologize
But I failed to recognise
This rain helped me
To let go of my past
From where it all began
Time just went too fast*

©sim
It has been raining heavily since yesterday. So just weaved on this FICTIONAL write.
Seema Aug 2017
I've got a handsome brother
Like I have, you may have to
Each day, I weave off his negativity
By praying to god sincerely
His life stays longevous  
Never shall he get upset unnecessarily
This thread, is a protection virtue
Never get upset, this heart gets upset to
Whether am far or near
Don't you forget this lives praxis
Brought 'rakhi' with love to tie on your wrist
Brought you lots of sweets and gifts
Let me embrace your forehead with sandlewood powder and wave this lighted lamp upon you
Tying this thread and serving these sweets
This day comes once a year with treats
My brother, remaining years of my life
I wish, be bestowed upon you...

©sim
*Raksha Bandhan*
Hai ek salona, bhai hamara
Jaisa hai mera, shayad waisa ** tumhara
Roz mein uski nazar utaroon
Bhagwaan se mein prathna karoon
Jeewan uska rahe salamath
Kabhi wo mujhse, bewaja roothe math
Hai ye dhaga, raksha bandhan
Dukhi math hona, dukhta hai maan
Mein paas hoon ya dur
Tum bhul na jana jeewan ka dastur
Layi hoon iss rakhi mei bhar kar pyar
Barfi, jalebi, peda aur ye uphaar
Tilak lagaoon, arti utaroon
Dhaga bandhoon aur methayi khilaoon
Din ye saal mein, ek baar aye
Bhai, meri umar bhi tumhe lag jaye...

©sim

Happy Raksha Bandhan
Seema Jan 2018
A gloomy day
No sun! no ray!
I've lost my way
What to do?
What to say?
Whom to speak?
Cause I ran away
Here in the forest
The tall trees sway
I wish not to return
I wish to stay away
Away from home
All alone
Among these trees
I wish to be free
From the people
From the filthy minds
From everyone
That's not my kind
I wish to find freedom
In this enchanting forest
Which is now,
My kingdom.

©sim
Seema Nov 2017
Arrogant, ego, self pride
Who do you think is your guide?
Self pity, bad dream, broken heart
Are you able to pen out your art?
Addiction, low esteem, always hate
Do you swim fast or become a bait?
Love, evil, shivers of fear
When you write, do you shed a tear?
Romance, time, ready to ****
Do you possess a strong will?
Lone, clown, face of frown
Ever seen a frog wearing a crown?
Cry, try, make believe
The hand that stopped you, did you stay back or leave?
Dark, monsters, hell creatures
Why do you think we have preachers?
Angels, demons, dear God
Do you ever try to move forward?
Vengeance, anger, too much greed
Ever wandered how can you be freed?
Money, lust, enormous fame
Who between the two, is playing a game?
Sleep, dose, then awake**
Don't you wish, to run or stay for sake?

©sim
Seema Feb 2018
In these eyes, filled are tears,
How can one sleep with such fears,
I have waited long for many years,
For you to come and take away these fears,
These eyes dream of you every night,
And disappears on approach of daylight,
Will there be no chance for you to come,
I've heard the rumors spread by some,
That you have settled with someone already,
And your life is gradually moving steady,
If that is so, then I'll let you go,
For the love I have, will forever remain wherever I go...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Nov 2017
"In the realms of tomorrow
I'll lay out my sorrow
In the realms of yesterday
There was nothing much to say
In the realms of today
I showed you the highway"*
You've being too arrogant from the start
And acted aimlessly to be smart
You let me down in front of our friends
As a result this has come to an end
Yesterday you never made a call
Today you show up with another doll
I got your meaning of love today
You change dolls every second day
Soon you may realise my worth
But then it will be too late ofcourse...


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Fictional write.
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...



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Spilling thoughts. Not my story.
Seema Aug 2017
Beautiful sunshine
Birds chattering everywhere.
Herd of cows grazing
Fresh green grass over, meadows
Slow drizzles, dark lumpy clouds

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Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Feb 2018
Alone in the dark...
Hearing the dogs bark...
Searching for my fone...
Just remembered now you own...
Looked up the sky, no moon was in sight...
Aaah! its gona be a long night...
Light was gone, power was out...
Wondering when someones gonna come about...
Its almost midnight, and all is silent outside...
Creepy flashbacks seem to droop from inside...
Trying to focus on yesterday's drama...
Of what really put me through such a trauma...
Gathering the moments, I realized we broke...
Yes, we did! you blundered with your filthy joke...
Assuming it sounded cool within your friend group...
But what a **** you are now unrespected dupe...

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Fictional write.
Seema Jan 2018
My heart grows weak
When I see you
My thoughts speak
To be with you
My emotions seek
To love you
But you damaged my heart
Now it leaks, part by part
My veins start to bust
As I write your name on dust
Then I cry and sink in tears
And taunt myself that,
I couldn't console my fears
My mind is stable
But my heart is still weak
It's been weeks
Now I feel better
As there are no leaks
My heart is repaired
And I am ready
For that special one that I seek...

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Fictional write.
Seema Aug 2017
Yellow leaves scattered,
under the star apple tree.
Birds picking on twigs,
To repair the damage nest
On another small fruit tree.

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Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
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