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

Between
Young And Old
There's A Moment Cherished Like Gold

Between
A Minute And An Hour
There's Lot To Conquer And Empower

Between
Good And Bad
There's Always A Story To Be Read

Between
Rich And Poor
There's Humanity For Sure

Between
Hot And Cold
There's Hardly Anyone To Keep On Hold

Between
Truth And Fake
There're People With You For Sake

Between
You And Me
There're Lines Drawn Locked With Key

Between
See And Heard
Backstabbers Got Me Bad

©sim

Those late night chats
Your kiddy style flirts
The way you made my heart melt
I still remember how it felt

The phone calls throughout the day
Assuring your care in every way
The miles distance part us today
As you live far far away

The gifts and cards you sent
Seeing these my days went
You never asked for a cent
BUT ONE DAY I LEARNT!

Everything was of show
The relationship was no more
You put me so low
The love dimmed its glow

Now its all pieces to peace
My heart is at ease
My brain tends to freeze
Whenever memories float like breeze

©sim

There is a storm
gathering in
            my womb
soon to explode
into a thousand
crimson stars
lighting up
my veins with fire
and unraveling
deep-set,
          knotted scars
and the gentle rage
outside my window
presses on, inside my head
as I lie here,
my thoughts twisted
in a cozy, yet empty bed
my thoughts unfurl
in misty haze
           curl into
                      smoky
                 rouge
as nightsky thunder rolls
into creamed saxophone
                          deluge
the snare drum beats
in firelight
ripple sheets
in silky flutter
as my fingers strum
my womanly instruments
into loamy, primal butter
my voice in quiet utterance
as the heavens open
           to heavy rains
                    that liquefy
                           my desert
                 hydrate my
           bare-soul caves
so I electrify my echoes
into fruited, crystal drips
frothing up my
cherry wine
upon these moistened,
hungry lips

mediocre and
faded
the average poem
no longer strikes chords
in the heart's harp
use extravagant vocabulary
weave your words tight
until they seem uncomfortable
the original meaning lost
between the claustrophobic corners
covered in lace and pretentious boasting
try but don't try so hard
that no one but the classic readers
would be able to understand
the words you've worked so hard to convey
do not force a poem out
or it will stick your fingers and
it will create a mess
similar to a teenage boy
it will be long and uncomfortable with itself
unknowing of how to adjust
into this thing that is supposed to be
mature now despite wanting to be simple
do not rush poetry
find quiet inspiration
in silent observations
of yourself, of nature
rushing poetry makes it fast
too many unfilled thoughts
racing around in one space
not meeting each other
despite being so close together
tell a story with imagery
with delicate words of morality
tell a story with flashbacks
with soft lips and with stained shirts
tell a story with love
make your poems with care

Someday will come for us.
Till then our blemished secrets
and tarnished dreams only lay in wait.

Our hands may now yield nothing...
But “someday” sleeps quiet
at the back of our minds.
Awaiting for enough time to elapse.

Someday can never be rushed.
It can never be summoned.
It will come when it comes
and when it does, we’d hardly notice
it’s arrival because the anticipation
and longing will be replaced by overwhelming happiness and relief.

So wait...
It will come.
Someday “someday” will be today.