The force
making me
fall for you
is stronger
than the one
reminding
me that
I have
done this
before

Can such a force cease fire,
When all is lost for help?
Forces to cease at all,
Where all the lost to dwell?
Firm water wells sought out,
With those above to quench.
All real and distorted,
They cast down the buckets.
What lies beneath are lies,
With no water pulled up.
Only a truth to see,
Masking the dirt below.
What such forces to cease,
Can they unstoppable?

alone, bringing my story two steps ahead
not bothered with what others have to say
moving away from things I like and dislike
not thinking anymore about wrong and right
becoming at once distant
knowing nothing will remain constant
not for a longer stretch

Staying away from all the noise
trying to hear my inner voice
tapping into my inner conscience
listening to the beats and melodies
of a huge universe without us

There is a place still somewhere
where no one cares
a peaceful shaded shed
where no thoughts take over
the fake happiness soon comes clear
and so do the inane sadness
they do not matter, much.

The equal forces
tied at the both ends of our soul
untying all the strings
breathing the beats of bliss
the end of the life as we cease to be
from what we had to be.

The unseen forces dwell around me,
Some just whisper to be free, just free,
They house on the old ancient trees,
It's quite nice to enjoy the breeze,
But once you are a target,
That's the start of their game,
It's evident that most people say the same,
That you hear a whisper of your name,
Little unfortunes happen as people say,
Mostly experiences encountered during the day,
I have heard lots of stories from people around,
That people insanely do rounds around the trees,
And later found fainted or sitting freezed,
Some babble and laugh or just giggle,
The old stories keep people away from this area,
As the community has created sort of a barrier,
A notice read:
"Caution: Ghostly Whispers on patrol
From 12.00pm-2.00pm
Keep out of this area"
I was quite curious to find out about this,
And later decided to take a stroll to meet the risk,
The trees were quite old but stood bold,
With soothing breeze cool to cold,
I stretched my hand to catch a branch to hold,
My heart thumped as I heard a whisper in my ear,
Startled I turned around in fear,
But no one was even near,
I felt my cheek slightly pressed,
Then I saw a figure in white dressed,
An enchanting smile,
I stood helpless frozen for a while,
Then as fast as I could...I ran,
I knew the stories were true man!
Till today I've never tried walking near those trees,
Even though they provide the most enchanting breeze...


©sim

Keep filling
the sky with
the pure laughter
of your soul
then rise
my dear
rise

And then he stepped into my mind.
His ephemeral arrival
Flirting with the departure of our time.
I could feel the rising tide,
Pull me in toward,
Atlantic suicide,
Planted and watered.
Peripheral with its crystallized hand.
Seductive with its transient satin touch.
I dressed my face with a painful smile
Lacerated like a mutilated porcupine.
And watched a rancid trace of gooey paste
Bleed through sticky crumbs of debris
Like cascading turpentine.
It consumed me whole.
I was swallowed overseas.
And then he strolled inside my brittle soul,
Bloodshot in disguise.
Impermanence
Beginning to realign,
Within the stitching of this blanket.
Suddenly,
I find it towering over me,
Saluting with protuberant glare.
My tugging devotion,
Had lead to a realization...
And then I stepped out of my mind.