An abundance of time they claim,
thoughtless motives,
spontaneous actions.
The abundance fogs the assurance.

An unfathomable, uncertain amount of time,
yet sometimes all wasted, as time is thrown away when distanced from the only purposeful things in life.

We all want just one more day.

Maybe tomorrow

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


©sim

There are times that I feel like giving up
While sipping my coffee in my favorite cup
I wonder how many more life exams is there for me
Why am I not alerted of how its gonna be
Of how many more tests I have to sit for
Like that I would need the supply of ink more
The challenges that braid in like ropes
Kicks me everyday, yet I try to cope
This life is not free as I imagined as a child
Much more I've seen, even my brains gone wild
I complain to myself of not being able to meet
The requirements that come at my feet
It's sad to know that life would get stuck sometime
Where only you can dwell outlining the rough time
I am well versed now with every situation
Non that are mentioned in our constitution
Living and accepting each day is a hard work
Loneliness and silence are the two I often talk
Loved one's I have but around are non
Some think my life is entertaining and full of fun
Less do they know its not what is there to show
Few who have seen the depths of me know
That my days are not as normal as it looks
Step in with me a day with your note books
Write down each task that I do from morn till noon
You will realise, you judged me too soon...

©sim

For these winds blow so strong
I wish it blew away all my wrongs
The brisky branches of trees sway
Broken branches lay in my way
Thinking the winds would blow
My thoughts as I hung my head low
Tears flow, dripping on the ground
Its too silent, no one's around
For these tears that flow
I wish one day a tree shall grow
With such a thought, I start my walk
The trees are listening as I talk...

©sim