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Seema Dec 2017
I shout, you scream
This happens in my dream
I talk, you walk away
This happens everyday
I love, you ignore
There is nothing left anymore
I cry, you feel my pain
Yet you pulled away the umbrella in the rain
Its not lust, its no game
You are an idol, a rich fame
What's in you? What's in you name?
Life is short, yet you are untamed
Today was a different case
As you brushed the hair off my face
I sense a change, I sense your desire
Am all quite, for I see the ignite of fire
Yes, his melting slowly my way
As he asked me to work another day
I would have resigned the other day
But he apologized in a sweetest way
He smiles now I see the dimple
His cute yet so simple
A gift from him I received last night
He wants to meet for dinner tonight
Am all dressed, wearing the dress
A gift he gave, now am ready to impress...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Sep 2017
The spills of red
The smell of dead
Faces turned sad
The scene was bad

A tragic glimpse of war
Bullets rained to pour
Lives just vanished
Many hearts got tore

Here on this ground
My mother gave me life
Now looking around
Bodies slaughtered by knife

Tears of sorrow, clipped my mind
Shattered, my own, I can't find
Wreckage of all kind
Just blooded bodies lined

I've never seen a massive ****
So much of tears and blood spill
The ground has soaked in as its meal
My conscious dead, I have no feel

I am already sick, seeing this sight
A revenge of one, took on a plight
An uninvited surprised fight
When all were asleep at night

I think I'll just stop and gaze
Till my eyes close in the blaze
A set fire to burn the maze
I walked in, when the flames raised...**


©sim
Fictional
Seema Aug 2017
The smoky serpent rises
Above the heads of some
The sight hurts my eyes
It knows, it's not welcome

I cough and I choke
As it enters the atmosphere
My breathing gets heavy
For the deadly cancer, I fear

It stinks as I cover my nose
Second-hand smoking is at worse
Awareness by the educated people
They are the ones who ride this horse

So much to eradicate this demon
But fail to exile the makers
Putting awareness on the packets
Only lures and leads more smokers

It controls the people like a God
No matter what approach you take
The roll glows in between the lips
And the serpent is released in the lake...


©sim
"serpent is released in the lake..." this line means that the smoke is released in the air.

Smoking/second-hand smoking is injurious to health.
Seema Jan 2018
I hear the ringing bells
My eyes close tight
To avoid seeing the rising hells
This darkness, I try to fight

The beating drums in my ears
My heart throbbing fast
Am melting within my fears
This breath seems my last

The awful smell of hell
Now I open my eyes to view
Anyone could tell
That most of us are in the queue

The ugly faces staring still
Standing behind each
The conscious mind notices ****
Ocean of red, bony beach

Hands and legs in chains
No mercy shown
Only verge of pains
One by one the heads blown

A sneak peek of hell I saw
With many that I know
Under the blades we bow
That was enough for now

I still remember this visit
Everyday roams in mind
Something I can't resist
Something that lures this find

©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imaginations.
Seema Dec 2017
You soaked me with your lies
And told me to move on as time flies
Least did you know,  I am long gone
Cause my spirit won't let me die alone
For you are free for that one person
With whom you lied with every reason
It's absolutely fine no need to show fears
I'm way too done with all these tears...


©sim
Just a boring write.
Seema Nov 2017
The days, just going past
Everyday time races fast
All brush me off from sides
Within my own fear, I hide
Each step seems weaker
For I am a time seeker
As I try to reach the flowing lights
My vision blurs and I lose my sight
I recover slowly to stable my vision
My mind is locked as it resides in its prison
All I see is the nocturnals creatures in prey
The colors of nature has turned to grey
I rub my eyes to get back the color spectrum
In vain, my ears beat the deafing sounds of drum
My heart is alive, beating
But my brain and vision is cheating
My frame is almost afall apart structure
Breath! Breath! till I capture
The flowing lights
Which I seem to chase on every nights
No! I am not insane
But I also don't feel sane
I am a victim of social wrath
All torn and weak, almost walking to my death...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
His hand was cold
Rough and worn
Skin wrinkled, too old
His heart too, was torn

An old man, sitting
Wiping tears off his face
The hot sun hitting
I bought him a drink, incase

He gave me blessings
With a forced smile
Ragged, ***** dressing
He walked from a mile

With no one to look after
All his children left him alone
No happiness no laughter
All he did, was silently mourn

A sad story of a father
Who struggled all his life
His wife, children's mother
Died after a nonsensical strife

Shattered, filled with sorrow
Yet he spoke very gently
He wasn't worried about tomorrow
But I was scattered, mentally...

©sim
Met in the city.
Seema Jul 2017
A blown kiss,
Makes my day
A thrown bliss,
I catch on my way
A word or two,
I utter in reply
That's what I do,
And it's not a lie
At times I smile
Thinking of life
It's been awhile
I guess its a rife
Most people think
Maybe the sameway
But few do sink
Others halt at a bay
I am at a shore
The waves reach my feet
Touches my hearts core
And all my feelings meet,
Within my realm
I plague my emotions
My senses exists to claim
And draws all the solutions
Yet we complain
About our issues
And deliriously proclaim
While wetting tissues
Calm oneself and focus
The answers lies within
Believe in positive forces
And you will finally win...

©sim
Seema Jun 2017
Some days I feel sad
And most times, I get mad
Laying hopelessly on my bed
Sometimes I wish, I was dead

Some days I feel angry
And puke on my favorite dungry
Even when I am hungry
I sit and flip through my memory

Some days I feel broken
Like the made in China ceramic
Hearing all the blabber spoken
I become a little crazy mimic

Some days I feel lost
Among the blooming tulip meadows
But my day dream just frosts
On seeing strange shadows

Some days I feel wonderful  
But most days, I feel awful
Remarks come as beautiful
When am eating a mouthful

Some days I feel lonely
Missing all those teen days
Now I smile only
Feeling blessed in many ways...


©sim
Seema Dec 2020
The demeaning pain, gusts through my heart
With every single blow of the words, slapped into my ears
An echo of love and hate spewing down my veins
Screaming those romantic words, that once carried beautiful meaning
Dark clouds poured and raged a heavy storm
In which my tears were washed down
And,
once again I got torn and broken
By that someone.....who was my own



©Seema Sen, 2020
Freestyle
Seema Oct 2017
The lipstick on your shirt
Is not mine
The perfume on your clothes
Is not mine
The smile you put on
Is not for me
The phone calls you get
Is not from me
Surely things have changed
I am a stranger now
Someone who doesn't exist
I have become unnoticeable
You have totally ignored me
You have shut me off
Then why am I still around?
Why does my heart ache?
Why do these tears flow?
Why do I still wait for you?
I guess am nothing to you now
As it was a well scripted gameplay
My mind understands
But my heart is facing a storm
Flooding with tears
Trembling with fears
I'm signing off today
Thank you for a great lesson
I'm out of your way...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Sep 2018
I wished for rain
And soothing words of sweet
But you struck me with pain
In this intolerable heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



©sim
Spilling imagination.
Seema Oct 2017
Pour me some wine
As I'm not feeling fine
Just coz of that swine
Who's no longer mine

My eyes are not numb
As I am not crying
I just feel so dumb
Forgiving and trying

Lessons learnt quite well
As this wine sooths the pain
My feelings, I will not tell
Coz I can't bare the hurt again...


©sim
Fictional fun write. After breakup :)
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.
Seema Feb 2018
I don't know about pure soul,
Whether its pure as gold or black as coal,
I am a human born around materialistic matters,
Where I witness who is along and who shatters,
I believe in karmic deeds,
Not based on peoples petty needs,
I don't know how a soul looks like at this life stage,
For if I considered confronting a saint or a sage,
Then probably I would have some hints about souls,
But in this life am okay knowing my roles,
So if you have your own opinion about souls,
Its good to preach to whoever is hanging on poles,
Cause they would witness their so called souls,
After their bodies get buried in damp dark holes...


©sim
Someone once asked me, if my soul was pure or just coal.
I gave him this reply.
Seema Aug 2017
I gave you my heart
You broke it apart
You reached for my soul
That was your ultimate goal
You threw me in the flames
To let burn, the unclaims
My captive soul cried
And over and over tried
But there was no escape
As the shroud was taped
I begged for my freedom
From his evil kingdom
But he let me burn--dead
And took my soul, instead...



©sim
Fictional
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.
Seema Dec 2017
While the sky is falling asleep
My thoughts of you grows deep
Don't think my feelings are cheap
Honestly I would wish to keep,
You in my heart, yet I weep
You left, saying my love was cheap
I know I loved you heaps
Even waited for you for weeks
But you chose elsewhere to seek
Someone better than a freak
That's what you called me, a freak!
Your words hurt me thus am weak
But remember the wise quote
And take that as a note
That, what you sow, you shall reap...


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
O' barren land
I shall
Cultivate

Prepare the soil
And soon
Activate

I shall sow
Seeds to
Germinate

For the seeds
Shall mostly
Accelerate

In the land
Weeds shall
Decimate

And I shall
Reap the
Harvest

To feed the
Poor and
Gravest


©sim
3-2-1 format
Seema Aug 2017
The vultures roam low
Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Ready to begin their hunger show
To rip my body off and share

My heart is still at beat
I am not yet dead
For I am longing for our meet
But right now I am so scared

I pray for the cannibals to go away
The more I try to move myself
The more flocks dive my way
Inviting themselves

I peep at the sheering Sun
And hope for it to disappear
Water left, I have none
My vision so unclear

I get back up on my feet
Heading towards the shady creek
While vultures fight on decaying meat
Fighting with their sharp beek

Dear vultures,
If I become your fresh meal
Then please do me a favour
For I'll bare all the painful feel
Just spare my eyes for my saver

He who is my only love
Lost and gone out of my life, yes
God, shower mercy from above
And let me get over this mess...


©sim
Inspired by the hindi poetry:
"Kaga sab tan khaiyo chun chun khaiyo maas. Do naina mat khaiyo, mohe piya milan ki aas."
Seema Oct 2017
the sky is too high
the mountains too steep
i want to fly
but i can only stroll and creep

the trees are too tall
rivers and ocean too deep
i want to take a fall
but i can only crawl and leap

the earth is too dry
the clouds pour no rain
i really want to cry
but it's useless showing my pain

this life is worth something
for someone not as cheap
i don't crave for anything
but just one, whom i seek...*

©sim
Seema Sep 2017
There is me
And somewhere
There is you
I wouldn't regret
Finding about you
Least knowledge
I have about you
But my heart knows
Everything about you
Don't be alarmed
I know you
A precious Angel
That is you
My dear friend
I adore you
Don't hate me for this
I'll always protect you
Call me up anytime
I have time for you
Keep up with that smile
Coz it truly defines you...


©sim
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.
Seema Feb 2018
Not even a moment seems true,
Everyday the tantrums we've been through,
The slangs and slogans people have sprayed on,
It breaks my heart to see you gone,
I know there is no return of you in my life,
But hoping you succeed and thrive,
To become somebody from a nobody,
So one day you will be honored by everybody,
It's ok, I will deal with the shyts people spit around,
Don't worry as you will change with the new surround,
But you forgot to understand the fact of your loss,
Leaving me rusted in this place to flip and toss,
No last hugs, no goodbyes,
Seems like I lived with moments of fine lies,
I remember you said about living life together,
But today I sit back with memories and gather,
The moments that seemed true,
Now, without you...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
Web spun in my house
Invisible threads surround
Thou not so harmful
I hate to see them around
Silently creeps on the walls

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Sep 2017
This planet is made, of more liquid than land
Covered mostly in water
While blood covering a quarter
A range of land covered in sand
I close my eyes and scribble with hand
If the dry straits could actually mend
The ocean paths would follow every bend
Likewise as my thoughts are coming to an end
I am glad, am not living on a slaughtered land...


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
The splash of water
The ripples slaughter
Throwing my anger
In a pool of water...

©sim
#thoughts #anger #feelings
Seema Dec 2017
HERE! burn me
Take me to hell
Who is me?
Can you tell

Why bandaged wrist
Hang in there
Who are you beast?
Came from where?

Hello world creatures
What ya looking at *******?
Sorry, who am I?
And who is that guy?

No, no...not another shock
Stop, stop! Stop this clock
Who are you, who is me?
What am gonna be?

Please, no...no injection
I...promise to be good
With no objection
I promise to be good

Eyes closing...
Another dose...
Nurses posing...
Handing me a last rose...

©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Aug 2017
Two grey spotted doves,
Pick on the sprinkled rice grains.
Splash and drink water,
Cool off on the water spurts.
Wild doves fly in everyday.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Sep 2017
The solitude of nature graves beneath
Bones of evil and righteous at feet
The darkest spills of blood soaked into soil
A barren land now producing usable oil
Near fields cultivated with crops
The evil spreads through sipped in drops
Consumed by many these crops when sold
Evil makes its entry, cold blood on hold
People get crazy as their blood absorbs the produce
Unknowing the dilemma that soon would be in use
Good over evil fight across the globe
Injecting every being, walking like a dope
Drugged and dosed flashed like zombie coned
Each walk away, their precious disowned
A world of dead, its soon gonna be
Unless the waves crush in land, so be it a sea...



©sim
Global warming, climatic change, green house gases, ozone deplete, GMOs
Seema Aug 2017

Staring at a page
Smeared with ink
Blank in my head
Yet, I try to think

What hope do I have?
To cope with my plight
Dark spurts of ink drops
Just soaked in my writes

I thought of using a pen
Instead of a daily quill
Might change my perspective
But then again, it's my will-

I sit to decorate my hand
With the spurted ink drops
Writing my favorite lines
In an ancient draggy font

No, I am not insane
Not yet, as you might think
I am using my brain
To tattoo with this ink

A little bit of innovation
Has led me to realise
Finding such inspiration
Before my own sunken eyes...
*

©sim
Letting out my imagination :)
Seema Sep 2017
My doubt isn't lethal enough
So you can continue to laugh
As if I've made a bad joke
So you use my own words to poke
You think I don't know your deeds
So in the dark, you feed on your needs
How awful you are behind your filthy skin
You spare no one and **** them within
Soon you'll be in limelight, squirrel of darkness
And like you **** souls of the weakness
You shall pay your way to the pit of hell
Its bounded by my secret spell
You failed to recognize me as usual
Coz my powers played well with your visuals
I am the comrade of the spell and keeper of powers
I, summon you to the darkest deepest crust of hell,
this very hour
Locked up in the chambers of the hells burning tower...


©sim
Seema Sep 2017
The room was empty
Apart from scattered pages
In a distance, a pantry
Deserted for ages

A country area, a promised place
I know he'll come
We are not parting a race
Or acting like a dumb

Picking up the stained pages
Written in ink his heart's cry
Captivating the words in cages
Some stains yet to dry

Reading each page with tears
As he was battling his aches
For the past so many years
Keeping alive for my sake

Memories of younger days
Flashed through my mind
We went our own ways
Yet my heart longed to find

The paintings on the wall
The stained pages speak
My knees weaken, I began to fall
My emotions started to leak

As my eyes searched for him
The wait is like a thousand years
The day has gone dim
Now grips on my lousy fears

Love poured in flavoured inks
His staring at me without a blink
My heart swells and sinks
I am blushing going all pink

No words to say, just tears of joy
The flame of love engulfing us as prey
His my man, his my lover boy
Our days and years blossomed from gray...


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination.
Seema Sep 2017
If I had wings
I would fly to you
Whilst the wind sings
Guiding me to you
My dearest love
I want to show you
The stains and scars
Of my crazy heart
All this while kept
Hidden from you
Your trust has won
I will tell you my pains
But remember you've sworn
Not to use it for your gains...

©sim
At times, maybe it's not a good idea to dig old graves.
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 :))
Seema Aug 2017
I will lean
But I will not fall
I will listen
But I will not call
I will speak
But I will not seek
I will observe
But I will not peek
Salvage my mind
Or
Prove me wrong
But I will not fight
I will not plunge into an unknown battle
I rather sit back and watch
For, on this ground, I hear bones rattle
Keep lying with your feeble smile
I know your cunning tricks
Just wait for a little while
Till they remove those plastered bricks
I will utter
But I will not shout
You will know why, soon
Coz, fingerprints are everywhere!


©sim
Seema Feb 2018
The court ruled
the verdict,
Guilty to fall
in love,
The attorney made
a predict,
That my love will fly off
like a dove,
The sentencing came rather
from above,
But why am I dead, yet still
burning in love...

©sim
Just a scribble.
Seema Aug 2017
Mild winds and dark clouds
Thunder roars, flashes of light
Pouring heavy rain

©sim
Seema Sep 2017
Laying on the floor
Gasping for air
Unable to reach the door
Nobody dared to care

A knife stabbed on my back
Bleeding, as I try to reach it
Crying in pain as I lack
The strength to drag up and sit

Tears flow flooding my face
You left me stranded, why?
Within a puzzled maze
Every end full of lies

If you had to leave me
Why treated me like your queen
You are blind, unable to see
My love for you, was not a sin

I feel awful, I feel lifeless
As if I am about to die
A feel of grave, so breathless
Believing now, you not my guy

I wish you stabbed me for real
So I don't feel this pain in my heart
Rather than swells of weal
Rather than being broken apart...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
The strange song
Rings in my ear
Something's wrong
Why do I fear?

My body is cold
With sweat drops
My breath I hold
And then it stops

This unknown energy
Is trying to control
To create a synergy
And change me overall

Each day a different feel
If spoken, my words a lie
Lost appetite with my meal
I don't understand, why!

Its been few years
I am put on medications
Yet, my ears hear
The strange song with dedication...


©sim
Ok, I am not on any medication.
This is totally a fiction write.
Inspired by someone complaining to the doctor, that they hear drum beats in their ear.
Seema Sep 2017
You played a tune, but it didn't have a feeling
Tried again and this time, it had a meaning
Then you fine tuned the strings of my heart
To play the rhythm once again from the start
The beat of my heart matched the song of your heart
Now its unbearable to stay away and apart
For your song sounds good, only with the rhythm of my heart
Living on, merging with each other, stepping last
You are the musician, that has pulled me out of my past
You have faith in me, so you put me on a spotlight
To feel myself again and glow on so bright
In your arms I surrender, my life, my all
Never shall I befall,
Even, if it's my last breath call...


©sim
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.
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.
Seema Jul 2017
Burn me alive
I am your lust
But I will survive
Do so, if you must

I know your thoughts
Your mind and heart
You're caught in my knots
I am your integral part

Cause yourself pain
And try to overcome me
You'd be pronounced insane
I am your only key

Maybe not yet
As you are fighting me
You've placed a bet
Lost in the deep sea

I am flammable
You infuse me with filth
That's how I am capable
Do you realize your guilt

Your love perished without hope
So you welcomed me unknowingly
Now you can't cope
With my lustrous thirst seemingly

The pills decorate well
On your dresser I've noticed
Look in the mirror and tell
Have you killed your fetuses?

Living in a dark room
Regretting my call
Just like you're sitting on your tomb
See now your tears fall

You've made me weak
Dehydrated me with my own agony
I see the lights peek
Outside seems very sunny

I think I'll just go to my darkest corner
As I see you smiling often
You've done yourself a great honor
Your heart has softened

A sunset to lust and sunrise to love
But I'll be peeping from my rest
Breath free and look above
You've passed this test...

©sim
Seema Feb 2018
Tongues of seethe fire,
Licks the mesmerizing sky.
Making majestic,
Flow of blazing twisting vines
While the sun sets sneakingly.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema May 2018
On the shores of heaven
An angel sits, with bright wings
Guiding the souls to their gate
Soothing hymns, it sings

The golden gates open wide
To welcome the souls to its realm
Hailing to our father, the saviour
All souls, look the same

Glory to the mighty king
Above and beyond all
We raise our hands and praise to thee
Please listen to our call

One, you are, that of high
For every being and soul bows to you
The creator and destroyer of this universe
We submit ourselves to you...



©sim
Inspired by an article I read today. I am not a Christian tho.
Seema Jan 2018
This cool breeze
This moonless night
The swaying of trees
The stars glow bright

Your hand in mine
This night seems so fine
A gulp of red wine
We had a lovely dine

You got on your knees
"Will you marry me please"
Your proposal was so sweet
That got me on my feet

"Yes", was all I could say
A diamond ring made its way
On my finger forever to stay
A gentle kiss on his lips I lay

A happy moment we had
Until I fell off my bed
Oh it all came to an end
It was morning again, my bad

©sim
Just a dream.
Seema Jul 2018
Like spools of thread, pilled in the midst
Darkness draws attention to the danger
Up few miles, is that place
Where the sign reads, welcome stranger
Curiosity jumps on each step
As the enchanting forest gets deeper
The sun rays sparkle the early dews
And awakens the sleeping keeper
Birds chattering, singing melodiously
Giant rocks, stand as guards of century
Silent kills the morning songs
At the dark weaved, heavy grown entry
Myth say, it may be a portal to another world
But reports and researchers find it their own way
What's there to be afraid of
Besides an approaching thunder day
A torch in hand, walking cautiously
Humming sound follows through, alerting my ears
Tripping, few times on dead branches
Triggers my lost unwanted fears
It's almost past mid day, but not a single string of light
The passage seems like a hell deep
Strange scribbles on near stones, alert
"Do not fall asleep"
Hours of walking on turns and paths
Tiredness and hunger grasped in well
Don't fall asleep rings in my ears
I was not alone, I could easily tell
Within this labyrinth, mysteries lie of all kinds
An evil crackling laugh, shakes my fears
Looking in the direction of the sound
There is an "it" and it hears
Run out now, my gut feelings kick in
Hoping for sun rays, but thunder beats the sky
Peculiar heavy steps seems to follow
I wish, I could just fly
One exit, echoes another entry
A swirl labyrinth has woken today
Running in circles, lost my routes
I can't find my right way
A small spark of light in a corner
Disguised as the suns ray
Traps my vision to walk forward
Like a poised lucidest prey
What happened next, I do not know
But not alone now, as more walk my way
Finding their own possible routes
We have become abundantly stray...



©sim
Spilling imagination. Fiction.
Seema Feb 2018
Keep your silver,
Keep your gold,
Take your money and keep them all...
You've hurt me, you've hurt my soul...
Turned me cold, said I was getting old...
You gave me tears but now it won't shed...
Knowing the truth, yes you are so bad...
Stop there, stop it right now...
You don't have the rights to call me any how...
Keep my gifts,
Keep my words,
Give them away when you get bored...
The back stabbing from you lashes like sword...
It's okay, carry on with your petty deeds...
Am not bothered as I returned your needs...
Remember karma plays a part to...
Watch your actions, Watch what you do...

©sim
One of my very old poem.
Seema Sep 2017
My heart beats for a reason
That reason is you
The weather changes its season
The season seems new
My senses dwell in your thoughts
Alot, not just few
You make me whole
By carrying out your role
Not many people are happy about us
Each time our topic comes, there's always a fuss
People and my own despise our love
They confide with the gods in the heaven above
To get my feelings off you
They seem blinded, upon the words they chew
Nonetheless, I am made for you
There are hundreds waiting in the queue
But I don't care, what they think and say
I just want you to take me far away
From this place, to a paradise unknown
Where only the sun rays greet us alone...

©sim
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