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Seema Feb 2018
Wide wake trying to sleep,
Won't do good as am awake,
Thoughts hammering bursting my brain,
With eyes numb and tears fall like rain,
I guess am a victim of insomnia,
Disturbing my sleep causing hypochondria,
It's another word to say having sleep disorders,
Where mind sets unrest and messes with my recorders,
Begging sleep to come as I try to shut my eyes,
Remembering you and your honest white lies,
Looking at the clock and watching how time flies,
Indeed am awake looking at the night skies,
However am determined with the sleep remedy,
Soft tunes and instrument playing its melody,
Surely earphones plugged in my ears,
Listening to such music eats away my fears...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema Oct 2017
Alone in the dark
It awaits
For the people with a mark
Are its bait
The cold wind sours
The smell of blood in the air
Its been few hours
Since am struck over here
Near the sacred lake
My champ fires out
I begin to shake
As something came flying about
     A HUMAN HEAD!
     A BLEEDING HEAD!

What was out there?
How many dead?
This night is unfair
Crying slowly with a shout
It's too much to bear
I want to run out
But I could be the next prey
Groomed in blood, skinned off flesh
Kneeling down to pray
As I hear the branches clash
It's on its ways
O' sacred lake
Leash off this dark mystical sways
Hide me in your arms for heaven sake
The fear hovers nearby
For my death must be near
Silently I nest up and lay
My eyes shut, dripping in tear...

©sim
Spilling imagination :)
Seema Jan 2018
A myth untold
A torn page flew
A book, unfold
In the wind it blew

My thoughts, my write
I cannot seem to find
A gist of fright
No pages to bind

Why, my mind
You cannot think
Help me rewind
These eyes I blink

Instead you wonder
In the ruins here
A lot to ponder
If he was near

A writer, proud
I wanted to be
He did not encourage
Nor hoped to see

In these ruins found are pages
Ripped, torn lying naked
Its been long, its been ages
Piece by piece stuck forsaken

It was my fate
To have left you
Even if it's late
I'll still wait for you

From these ruins I oversee
The city where we used to be
Now I have all to give
In torn pages, here I live


©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imaginations!!
Seema Oct 2017
...and this rain has become my recent enemy
...intoxicating my mood
...torturing me
...doing no good
...oh how much I miss you,
...this rain
...brings in the longing and pain
           my arms, await a hug from you
           my lips, await a kiss from you
           my heart, awaits a satisfaction from you
           my body, awaits a touch from you
...this rain
...brings in the longing and pain,
                                                   ....of you!


©sim
Seema Sep 2017
Tall, tall trees
Sways in the breeze
My hand in his
He doesn't wana leave
Hugs me tight
Assuring everythings alright
In this dark dungeon cell
Locked upon with a spell
An invisible lover
Brushed on the floor cover
I feel him, I feel his presence
But how have I lost my sense
How have I got here?
As darkness brings in fear
My name, I silently hear
The call of my invisible love
A ray of light shown from above
The arrival of the spell breaker
His powers are much greater
The evil spells are wearing out
In happiness I tried to shout
But my mouth got cupped in
I shivered from within
Turning to see who it maybe
My invisible lover with the dungeon key
Out now in the forest of nowhere
He held me with a decent care
Soon rays of the new moon lighted up the sky
Stood infront of me was a handsome guy
The great spell breaker saved us for now
With a grace heart we gave him a bow
Out of danger we were alone
Both so known but still unknown
The night went on, till my eyes opened at dawn
Smiling aimlessly, as my dream was gone...


©sim
Slipping imagination, daydream.
Seema Jan 2018
I clasped my hands
Got on my knees
Closed my eyes
Took a deep breath
And started:

"Dear Lord, hear me pray
My days are going in grey
With nothing more to say
As people have turned away
Am left with grief and pain
Mostly depressing insane
I have no one by my side
So I clasped my hands to abide
And talk to you as you are my guide
I may have done wrongs and lied
But I am your child and for me you died
I ask for forgiveness for the sins
As the dark angels gained their wins
For I confide in you my savior
Please forgive me for my bad behavior
You are the only one that I trust
Others cause my brain to rust
I ask for your blessings
Dear Lord, so the dark angel can stop messing
My life I surrender to you
You are the one
You are my guru
I ask thee for guidance
Amen!"


I kept sitting in the position
And thought of my situation
I smiled away
As my savior showed me the way...


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
My eye strains
Looking at you
My body pains
Working for you

An evil boss
Overtime obsessed
Fear of loss
Does his best

I quit today
He's a pain
**** this day
He's insane

Charming dude
Oh yes, he is
Always rude
Never at ease

Busy life
Single cool
No wife
Acting like fool

Goodbye work
Am out for good
No more mocks
Defined mood!

©sim
My previous job was such a swamp :)
Seema Sep 2017
Silently I watch the happenings around
Looking at the surrounds, walking on the ground
Sitting on a dead branch listening to the sound
What appears to be, are the people on the cloud
Rising high with their voices and gold
Richness and possessions, what not is sold
Young and old, all roam under my feet
Unnoticed on the dead branch observing the treat
O' yes! am the Raven, the Raven of time
Flew out of my world which for you, is no prime
A hidden, untouched place on this same earth
Where every single being has taken their birth
I for some reason needed the urge to witnesses
The humans of today and their awkwardness
In this world there's soon gonna be a math of silent epidemic
The rage and violence is become a consuming mimic
I, the Raven have seen it all
The great pillars on this earth is doomed to fall
Many hands reach out to pray and call
For the almighty of this universe as a whole
But is there someone, to hear us all
Or is it me, only the Raven peeking on every wall
Flying off to my world, I the Raven of time and again
The crucial moment and downfall has began
Save yourself, but you cannot hide
From the wrathing mouth of evil that's too deep and wide...


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


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
Seema Aug 2017
Across the field
Lay the shield
Of a beheaded
Soldier...
Stuck in the mud
Near a burnt truck
Stood a victories
Sword...
Soaked in red
A few lay dead
Others fled for
Life...
It was war, played
Out of racist hate
Now it's too late
Again...
The sunset seems ******
Dark skies, so cloudy
The atmos looks rowdy
Tonight...
A final racist battle
Maybe to settle
But I hear metal
Rattling...
I was born human first
Before peoples request
On race and religion
Quest...
**** or be killed
A new religion, filled
The society to yield
Acceptance!

©sim
"I was born human"- I wrote this poem after I saw a news documentary where people **** other race in reach for superiority. It made me sick as I watched how these humans are worse than animals, butchering their own kind..so I just came up with this poem.
Coz societies in most countries....people try to gain power by killing....
So, even thou I belong to other race in a dominant society...I am a human first.....then I am any other like a Hindu, Muslim or native.
Seema Oct 2017
Chuckles is all I hear
In my silent ears
Now I fear

The voices in my head
Spins like thread
Driving me mad

My fingers are numb
I stare like a dumb
Shaking my hand, biting my thumb

Why am I here?
Sitting alone with my tear
An empty glass, looks so clear

Stained hands, clothes torn
What have I done so wrong?
Was this the reason, I was born?

The screaming sirens seem near
Shall I get up when they are here?
What have I done? Why my mind is unclear?

I can't move, I feel stuck
Will it be too late or saved by luck
In this trashed car, hit by a truck

I don't wanna die yet
Remembering all the people I've met
I want to live, live and forget

Exhaustion peaks my eyes to close
I am dying, dying as my body is at lose
No pain, seems I am heavily dosed

I wish to live!
I wish to give!
I wish to achieve!
PLEASE!



©sim
Fiction write. Drive safe.
Seema Nov 2017
"Jack..."
Yes..., "Jill"
What is in that sack?
Nothing... "Jill"
Isn't it time to fetch water
Ya, but......
"Jack"
I want to know
It's trash to throw..., "Jill"
Then why you climbed up this hill
You could have thrown elsewhere
"Jack...",
Yes... "Jill"
You are lying to me
I am not..., "Jill"
I felt I would miss this moment with you
So I forgot to throw this on my way
Sitting here with you......
Open the sack, "Jack" !
Why? You don't believe me?
I want to believe you, "Jack"
But my eyes wants to see
No!!
Why not, "Jack"?
Because it will smell...
Ofcourse, it will "Jack"!
Huh!!!
Yes! The blood is dripping from the sack
What have you done, "Jack"?
(silent sighs)
What, "Jack"?
It's another ****, isn't it?....isn't it?
Yes, "Jill"...
He's the last of the gang, that killed you
Now you can rest in peace, "Jill"
I will just tumble this sack over
Then fetch some water, down the hill
I miss you, "Jill"
Do you miss me to?
Yes, "Jack", but you shouldn't have killed
Why not?, "Jill"
They took my life away
So I took their knives and slittered same way
As, they did to you...(cries)
I will join you shortly, "Jill"
I will join you shortly...

©sim
A dialogue poem.
Seema Jul 2017
"Jack"
((sign))
Yes, "Jill"
What is in that sack?
Nothing "Jill"
Isn't it time to fetch water
Ya, but...... "Jack"
I want to know
It's trash to throw, "Jill"
Then why you climbed up this hill
You could have thrown elsewhere
"Jack", .....Yes "Jill"
You are lying to me
I am not, ..... "Jill"
I felt, I would miss this moment with you
So I forgot to throw this on my way
Sitting here with you...... ((signs))
Open the sack, "Jack"
Why? You don't believe me?
I want to believe you, ....."Jack"
But my eyes wants to see
No!
Why not, ..... "Jack"
Because it will smell
Ofcourse, it will "Jack"
Huh!!!
Yes! The blood is dripping from the sack
What have you done, "Jack"?
((silent signs))
What,..... "Jack"?
It's another ****, isn't it?....isn't it?
Yes,...."Jill"
His the last of the gang, that killed you
Now you can rest in peace, "Jill"
I will just tumble this sack over
Then fetch some water, down the hill
I miss you, "Jill"
Do you miss me to?
Yes, "Jack", but you shouldn't have killed
Why not?, "Jill"
They took my life away
So I took their knives and slittered the same way
As, they did to you...((cries))
I will join you shortly, "Jill"
I will join you shortly...

©sim
This is a fictional composition. Please read this in a slow pace to understand the emotional atmosphere between the two.
Seema Oct 2017
...Is kadar jale the hum
Jayse jalte hain diye
Khamosh thi nigahein hamari
Suntey rahe badnaami tumhari
Logo ne mujhe ilzaam diya
Ki maine tumse wafaa kiya
Lekin tumne mujhe daga diya
Abh bhujh rahein hain ye diye
Bas tumhari hifaazat kafi hai, mere liye...

••Translated••

...I burn in such a way
Just like the earthen lamp
My eyes and feelings all quite
While listening to the insults and rumors
People taunted me of being too faithful
But you betrayed me
Now this earthen lamp is dying out
Just your well being, is enough for me...


©sim
Diye jalte hain..phool khite hain.... Happy Diwali
Seema Jul 2017
I have lost my trust in you
Coz I have seen you flirt
Mostly, with the females I know

I warned you, so many times
But seems, it's ok with you

Today, I am walking out
And I know it won't matter
As you are occupied by many

We will meet, often thou
But only as strangers, you know

It's alright to halt on this now
Later would have been hard
To even breath without you

I hope you will read my post
In which I have tagged you...


©sim
Seema Feb 2018
Unlock the keys to my heart
You can choose when to start
I want to learn your mischievous art

Here its me again dude
Why are you being so rude
I've heard you possess magic
Is there any proven logic

Show me the so called powers
The magical spring of showers
The desires of unknown that empowers

You are my dream man not from far
I know you can fill my ruthless past scar
Drive in my place in your porsche car
Let's drink till late at the madman's bar


©sim
Madman's bar is a good hangout. Fiction.
Seema Sep 2017
My hands shake
As I try to touch his head
To see if his awake
Or really dead

He tied my legs and hands
So I do not run away
Stumbled over empty cans
On his way

Laying infront of me
Face down near my feet
It's almost impossible to see
As from my seat

A kidnapper by fate
Hiding from angry cops
He's worthy of hate
But why he sobs

As hours passed, I saw him move
With teary eyes, he came closer
Untied me to prove
He's not a bad guy, he's not a loser

Sat me free, he told me to go
I wanted to help him out
He wouldn't let me so
I ran off hearing his painful shout

I came back in awhile
He was laying on the floor
Rain was heavy and wild
So I closed the door

I treated his cuts and paced bandaids
He told me to leave as it was unsafe
Cops everywhere doing their raids
I am with my coffee, sitting now in a cafe

Writing this scripty poem as it plays
Cafe closing soon, the manager says
Enough of writes tonight, I rest my ink
Till another write I come to think...


©sim
Imagination within imagination, spilling off my mind.
Seema Oct 2017
I feel my face in the dark
My lips feel cracked
A chill spine on my back
My phone I checked
But the battery was dead
A cut on my forehead
I feel the pain
The strength I try to gain
Drops me on the ground in vain
I feel the leeches crawling up my legs
I cry while my heart begs
For a rescue team to arrive
To get me out of this swamp
I'm frightened as I strive
As am bruised with lumps
The killer is at lose, still
Am just hoping he doesn't
Find me and ****
Lord, forgive my sins
If I die now
The devil wins
My head I bow
In a small prayer
My grievances, I share
Spare my life
I'm scared of the knife
God, let there be light
For all the lives lost, I want to fight
I am losing my words
Death dragging me towards
Will I be alive tomorrow?
As my strength has drowned in sorrow...


©sim
Fictional write, Halloween mood :)
Seema Jul 2017
A dark ambience,
Falls upon a lifeless soul,
Drapped in ***** shrouds
Near an abundant wrenched path
Where he used to play kingri


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Aug 2017
Up in the air
Flies my kite
Hair like thread
Shiny and bright

More kites fly
Together with mine
All so colourful
The weather so fine

Pulling the thread
Then releasing it
Crossing my way
As more people hit

Colour filled sky
Like the stars of glory
Some small, some big
Some become sorry

Kite fight now on
Flying on heights
Cut off few threads
Now my kite fights

Up and under
Side and around
With the wind
Tops the surround

My daredevil kite
Killed almost nine
Making me the winner
With the face of a lion...

©sim
Seema Sep 2017
I am called an angel
I am called a ninja
I wear silver bangles
My color is of ginger

I have doll like eyes
My figure is of a small coke bottle
I hate tales of flying lies
I live in the pacific portal

I smile when I am sad
Tears are always in abundance in me
I have a temper and I do get mad
I am only a human, you see

I love reading and adore writing
But my mouth ain't a word diarrhea
I love silence and scenery sitings
I've been writing for over an year

I am in love with my adorable dogs
Who make my lone day bright
Cloudy yet windy, misty or fogs
I love this weather, as a cold night

My inner me is a mischief child
I am in my early working thirties
My imaginative writing gets wild
I am quite authoritative

I teach info tech, I love my students
Knowledge sharing is my best part
I am intolerable to fake mutants
But, I hate to see them depart

My name is Seema and I am a free writer
With the challenges I face
Each day makes my life brighter
With the blink of time in trace...


©sim
Introduction.
Seema Aug 2017
Maa Yashoda ke tum dulaare
Tujhe tere bhakt pukare
Chale aao mere makhan chor
Tujhse bandhi hai preet ki dor
Mohini muskaan, chanchal ye maan
Teri pooja karoon mei jeewan bhar
Aayi hai teri madhur janam diwas
Meri hirdaye mei basay rahena, bas
Shama karna, har bhool ko mere Kanha
Kabhi mujhe bhool se bhool na jaana
Haath jhod kar, tujhe sumiroon
Yaad tujhe har pal karoon
Poori kar doh apne bhakto ki kami
Aap ko shubh ** ye janmastami...


©sim
**TRANSLATED ENG**

You are mother "Yashodas" darling
Your followers call upon you
Please come, my little butter thief
With you, is my whimsical tie
Charming smile, restless this heart
Your prayer I do throughout my life
Your mellifluous birthday has come
May you stay in my soul always
Forgive all my fouls, O' Kanha
Never by mistakenly forget me ever
I fold my hands in rosary
I think of you all the time
Fulfill the wishes of your followers
Happy birthday to you...

©sim
Seema Aug 2017
Kya kabhi patharo ne siskiyan li hai?
Kato ne chubna chor diya?
Dil ne dhadakna;
Aur ankho ne barasna chor diya?

Kya kabhi kadi dhoop mei,
Indradhanus ko haste huwe dekha hai?
Iss duniya mei,
Insaano ko ladtey aur marte dekha hai?

Kya tumne kabhi socha hai,
Jiwan mei dukh ziyada aur khushi kam kiyu hai?
Rastey sabh seedhe nahi,
Tedhe rastein bhi manzil ke kareeb le jati hai.

Kya tumne kabhi rotey huwe buzurgh ko,
Aur besahara bacho ko dekha hai?
Apni unchi naak, neechi kar,
Dharti mata ko dhanayvad diya hai?

Nahi na! Ya sambhawna kuch toh kiya hoga.
Ya tumhare dil mein daya hi nahi.
Kya muskurana bhi bhool chuke **?
Apne nahi toh dusroh ke liye kuch kiya karo.

Zindagi ke akhari pal mei, yaad karo ge.
Ek ek din ankho ke samne daud ke jayengi,
Tabh tum yaad karte, muskhurate iss duniya se,
Hamesha ke liye alvida kahe jaoge...



©sim
TRANSLATED

*Do Something Good*
Do the rocks ever sob?
Or the thorns stopped to *****,
The heart left it's beat ;
And these eyes forgot to rain.

Has there ever, in a bright sun,
The rainbow came out smiling?
In this world,
Have you seen people fighting and dying?

Have you ever thought,
In life, why there is more sadness then happiness?
Not all roads are straight,
Crooked roads also lead you to your destination.

Have you ever seen an old man cry,
Or seen unassissted special kids?
Have you ever bowed your head,
To thank this mother earth?

No, isn't it! Or say may have done some.
Or is your heart dead on remorse.
Have you also forgotten to smile?
If not for you, atleast do for others.

In the last hours of life, you will remember.
Each day would run off infront of your eyes,
Then remembering and smiling, from this life,
Forever you'll wave goodbyes...

#unrhymed
©sim
L
Seema Jun 2017
L
Living lone lost
Love looted life
Last limed lust
Limitless level loitered
Later lifted little
Laid lifeless low
Like left leaving
Liberace leader Lucifer
Lit last light

©sim
A bored write.
Seema Sep 2017
Cactus thorns
Skeletal horns
Carcass scattered
As humans mourn

****** sun gleams
Yellow rain pours
Acquaintance realms
Digging in claws

Rock like skulls scattered on river bed
Sewage sunk up water flow
Banks stained in with red
As I look to see below

Shroud goddess on the throne
Ugly face, smuggled frown
Sapping on for her blood thirst
A fresh human lays to rest

A push from behind
I leaped off the cliff
Memories automatically rewind
My body cramped and stiff

With open eyes, I can still visualize
The satanic powers, the spoken lies
The ****** blood sucker vamps
Luring the living beings, in their fangs

Such dream, crawls in now and then
With marks on my arms and hand
I am always stuck on my label "Ten"
And feel my body emerge from the sand...


©sim
FICTION WRITE
Seema Jan 2018
The arrow shot came,
Piercing through my heart
The flow of blood
Made way, for his fame art

I fell with tearing eyes,
Before him on the ground
He looked away,
To see who else was around

I gasped my last breath
With his picture in my eyes
Love could be this cruel
That he believed in foreign lies

©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write
Seema Sep 2017
I was pretty once
Like my heart
Now its all ugly
I am falling apart

My heart is weak
Out of feelings
My brain is sick
Tired of healings

Skin rough wrinkled
Bones weary cold
My soul seems ******
I am feeling too old

Spikes pinching nerves
Life hanging on fence
Twisted body curves
I am losing all my sense

Dust and dirt covers my face
I am not worried
I am not in a race
Just waiting to be carried
With grace and buried,
......in my lonely grave!


©sim
Spilling imagination :)
Seema Jul 2017
I stopped to watch,
The gaze of sunset upon his face
As a drop of rain,
Sparkled and rolled down his cheeks
Like a tiny waterfall,
Ledged to spill, the tears to let go
What was once so dear,
Kept in so close
Left him broken
As he laid the last rose
On her grave...

©sim
Seema Dec 2017
I leave my body in your hands
I heard you headed on green lands
Since death angel is waiting for my soul
I give you whatever I have as whole
Will you be able to fulfill just a final wish
Please grave me on the green grass plains
Where I shall rest with all my pains...


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


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
Seema Jan 2018
Am tired of laying beneath this grave
It's damp, dark and cold like cave
Once nailed in, there is no escape
Just counting days in fear with grace

My spirit denies to go
For your love is getting hard to forget
Under this six feet low
I still crave for your love now hard to get

The nights and days are same here
I weep to live but shed no tear
The Lord of death has caste my spirit down
For it was not my time to die he found

Stuck in spirit world with unknown clowns
Here is a demon who wears a rusty crown
I met your relative who was a victim of drown
Unfortunately, we all suffer from this surround

Now, living with no visibility at all
It's painful to see, as you don't respond my call
I have to dwell for the next thousand days
Before my spirit is freed as the messenger says

Am saddened as I couldn't live to my vow
This world here is where we spirits bow
There is a complete silence with ugly spirits around
So I stay near my grave or just beneath the ground

©sim
Fictional write. Spilling imagination on a rainy Sunday :-)
Seema Sep 2017
Fire consumes their flesh and cleans their bones
Laying substantially in ashes, gone up in smokes
Fractured skulls, dislocated jaws from many homes
The air is so odoress dense, it makes me choke

Filled in silence, an old crematorium ground
Just burning smell of carcass, melting meat down
Only the caretakers live about and around
Strangely no night birds nor creatures roam to sound

What am I doing here, all by myself this night?
Where is my home, my own who left me offsight?
Why I cannot feel my body? Why am I afraid of light?
Why this mist surrounds me? Why it doesn't feel alright?

I am guessing, I'm dead and being burnt down
What was that, I died off?, that I can not remember now
So what do I do to manifest my leagues around
Laying under ashes, I know, that's my skeletal on the ground.*


©sim
An experience on my first visit to an active cremation ground.
Seema Aug 2017
If I get shot by them-
And you run away
Please come back for me-
I would be dead by then
So do pick me up
And lay me down-
In the depths of the earth
Where I've been shot
By my very own-
Bury me deep with flowers
And some scented seeds
So when the rain showers
These seeds would grow
Bestowing my fragrance
In the blooming gems-  
Decorating my grave
Just admire them-
Ask me if you do need them-
So my thorns shall not ***** you
Don't ****** and make me bleed
Atleast respect my love for you...


©sim
Fictional write.
Seema Oct 2017
The path that leads to my past,
        has grown weary by your presence
Your touch soothes away my pain,
        like the smell of burning incense
You are no other,
        but my present trying to wipe out my past
How have you thought out that I will be your last?
My journey is set on a rough dead road
Guarded and dusted, am carrying my own load
You have felt me through my tears
But you have no idea of my inner grieving fears
Life has passed off now been many years
Am set on a lone path wandering about,
Searching for maybe other soul yet another doubt
Here you have held me too close
Whispering in my ears,
          your promises like a dose
Assuring me as your last hope
As you are clinging on the other side of the rope
Trying your best to conceal a fulfilling wish by your kiss
But truth is,
                   you are not the one, I really miss...

©sim
Seema Nov 2017
It seems I have known you for long
Cause everytime I here this song
You seem to appear next to my soul

Yet I don't know you well
But seems you have cast down a spell
I can close my eyes and tell

This night always sways in silence
My lips won't utter, it also follows the night
This silence, now giving me a fright

What flows in my heart, glows in my eyes
Even the birds rhythms, when I watch the skies
This is love or just my illusions of lies

In this so called love, I have chosen to walk
Leaving behind the chats and talk
Yet my mind ceases and starts to mock

Each beat wakens a dream
Each dream takes me down a beautiful stream
Then I wake drowning in my own scream

How unreal dreams get
You meet someone, whom you never met
With theses thoughts, that play as in a set

A fantasy painted into a dream world
Every emotion and feelings gets called
But when I see in reality, my heart is all walled...

©sim
Seema Jan 2018
My pen is broken
My watch is broken
My heart is broken

The ink is soaked
The watch is choked
The heart is stroked

My pen strapped
My watch tapped
My heart wrapped

Pen was cleaned
Watch was whined
Heart was bandaged

Hand began to write
Watch turned the hour right
Heart sank with plight

I capped the pen
When the hour turned ten
I let my heart learn

©sim
Lessons learnt, move on...
Seema Aug 2017
The leaves fall again
In this harsh summer weather,
The difference is,
It's the greener ones rather
The usual half dead leaves

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Nov 2017
My soul, I give
With it, you leave
My body, lay dead
Others got sad
You were satisfied
Problem rectified
In the other world
We were called
For I had powers
to heal
And with that
sealed our deal...

©sim
A deal with the other world.
Seema Apr 2019
Clear this fog
O rushing winds
Take it further
On your daring fins
Warm my eyes
O steaming sun
So I can see
Atleast for once
Light never pierces
Through my sight
Darkness realms
With no light
Hush, my heart
Don't feel down
Cheer up a little
Don't you frown
On the wings
Of the earliest flight
Dusk till dawn
It's never bright
Set a sail, O dear heart
Fear no fright ahead
Stir gently through the mist
So I can join the dead...


©sim
Spilling imagination.
Seema Nov 2017
The lies your eyes tell
So many naughty tales
You tipped and fell
Got pricked by nails

How smart you turned
Faking each smile
You were a friend
Promised me a mile

I watched you suffer
In worst times of life
Helped you recover
With dedicated rife

Sad news came my way
You said, Goodbye
Days after days went by
My tears dried,
                          
                          Now I just watch the sky
                          For you left so soon
                          I still wonder, why!
(Dedicated to my Dear Bruce)

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Bruce, was my dear dog. He passed away last year.
Seema Feb 2018
"...WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME OF WHAT I SAY OR DO YOU WANT YOUR OWN SENSELESS WAY...?"**

I'm proud I listened,
I'm proud I didn't have my way,

For my parents taught me that life is not easy,
That one has to struggle thus life turns busy,

I'm proud I struggled with them,
I'm proud they were my inspiration,

I have come across many milestones,
Helped families who eventually turned into bitter stones,

I'm proud I was taught to serve "God" first,
I'm proud I was taught to serve "Others" second,
I'm proud I was taught to serve "Self" the last,

For this world is a beautiful creation,
A heavenly paradise with all satisfaction,

But for some who had their own say,
Discriminated the values that was taught everyday,
Chose their own selfish way,
Engulfed in the darkness, dosed on high, dropped dead on the ground....lifeless they pay...


©sim
Spilling thoughts. Raining Monday morning.
Seema Oct 2017
Lost my touch
From a far you watch
My tears, like a stranger
As I let go of my anger
Standing in the rain
Draining away my pain
In the silence of this night
Am gonna be fine,
  Yes!!! I am going to be alright...


©sim
Fiction
Seema Aug 2017
Crumbled on the floor,
Torn in pieces from within.
Written were, those words,
On the paper full of sin.
Flame to ashes, now it rests.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Seema Dec 2017
I am not asking for your job
Or your wealth
Or your property
I'm only asking for some time
And your loyalty
Your trust
Our togetherness
Your love
And some care
I guess it's just too much to ask
Cause our relationship lost that spark
You showed yourself from behind the mask
It's really too much of a task
For you, you don't deserve me
So I let you free, and I continue to be
The one with most love and care
For you, I let you go rather then to share...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
For I will, also tell the tale of a liar
Sapping my energy
Then putting himself on fire

A liar he was, a dark angel in disguise
Playing with my heart
Then spitting beautiful lies

Such a fine man, only for my eyes
Seeking my trust
Then setting up his spies

A two-faced twerp, hungry for desire
Fishing his preys
O' he was and is still a liar!


©sim
Seema Jan 2018
In the beginning it was "it"
Then it changed to "I"
Then "Me"
Then "We"
Then few years down it was "I" again
In ashes was I and then referred as "it" again


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
Thou art more deadly and more subversive,
Shall I not see the light beyond darkness?
Withered blown out lonely petals is all I receive,
And subversive kills the unborn within starkness;

Sometimes the soul flames like an oil lamp,
And oft' the life dwells as hym'd;
And every human may behave like a lamb,
By the rhythm or the nature's way unseen'd;

But thy right subversive shall never fade,
Nor sink with evil shall thou stand;
Nor the days of death shall ever be laid,
When the soul glows bright to the end;

As long as humans can feel, or life that breathes,
As long as this life, which shall not freeze.


©sim
Sonnet
Seema Dec 2017
This phase
Is like a blank page
No ruled lines
No ink signs
Just torn on the edges
This book has few pages
Seems like a gem of ages
Bathe in dirt and dust
The bind crimbed with rust
I have to see, its a must
This phase
Life is a blank page
No lines no inks
A little torn on the edge
Few chapters
But is no gem
The pages are soggy
Covered in dust and rust
No need to read
It's not a must...

©sim
Seema Feb 2018
Everything that exists, has a life cycle,
Once lived the life span, there is no recycle,
We live, we wither than we die,
However, some still wonder why,
Some have short life, some have long life,
But who knows whose stabbing you from behind,
Many have grudges but pretend to be kind,
Come in our lives, rule our living than destroy our mind,
As time changes so does our surrounding,
Once we live, later find ourselves grounding,
Beneath the soil where no light touches,
Only we lay there waiting to be tortured,
By creatures to decay our lifeless body,
No one to see the life cycle of nobody...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Seema Nov 2017
For the people I have known
From my past to present, whom I call my own
Am I alive in their thoughts
Or just a buried memory, I hope not!

I always think of the one's I've met
The one's that are not easy to forget
These are the people who are now hard to get
Busy with their lives, I would most probably bet!

Yet, here I pen my write
Of these wonderful people that tagged along
Life was almost like a movie song
Until I was left alone to fight!

Walking alone on the rough paths
I often wandered about others
With whom I felt, now apart
In my own dark world, am going  end to start!

Everyday seems same,
As if the Gods planned a game
Betting on me, aiming at me
I do not utter nor do I blame!

Years have passed, am not the same anymore
Once a cheerful, now sitting a bore
With every part of my body full of aches and sore
My heart ripped off till the core!

I am alive, I live for each day
With open and close eyes, I usually stare
The paths on which I walk today
Maybe it's just a challenge to bare!

Tears do fall like rain
When no one is around to feel my pain
Each day my brain plups to stress and strain
Yet, I bury my sorrows and all my pains!

Now I rest my pen here
As tonight seems a night to sleeplessly stare
Creepy thoughts crawl as fear
Light at the end of the tunnel, in my sense...is rare!


©sim
Inspired by a facebook post.
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