She was a beautiful priceless princess
So caring, kind and helpful
Her marriage life went in trouble
But she was very strong and thoughtful

She was a mother of two boys
The new heir of the queens throne
Her marriage came to an end
She started life on her own

Big controversies surrounded her
Soon she found solace in a guy
But her life was cut short by an accident
Her lovable people were left with--WHY?

She was a darling of many nations
My heart still misses her presence
In this world, a true known lady
Whose stories and life spread as essence

No other could match her simple beauty
She was just a moral figure bold shiner
A well known, supportive and loved by all
She was none other than Lady Diana...

©sim

A way to the outer world from inside
Is the window – an agent certified;
Gloomy, depressed, woeful world
Is made happy with a small riptide
Which comes to the sight of bide
Who live in and try to bestride
Outer world keeping the brain aside;
The brain – major cause of confide,
Also makes us happy being gratified,
Takes out from it to a mountainside
Where nature is abound with pride
And everyone rests and is pacified.
Window is our comrade who crucified
Agony, anguish, torture and toxified.

With values life will get aid
And illicit, bad, nature preyed,
Without them we remain maid
Who follow like weeds swayed.
Are we void of them paid?
Yes, but temporarily laid,
Laid with burden and stained.
With values we are under shade,
Poor, deprived but sin is out lade.
Values get immorality out flayed
Like an IT officer criminal raid.
Hence values – an important shade
Never let us or world be afraid
And always scale on our grade.
So let values reign the world jade
Precious and  treasured be it made.

Life is full of fun;
But without batten
Of values beacon
Life will be just a ***.
If you want in life won
Approx values bidden –
Not money, values one
Can lead to success done.
Difference between bison
And you is not a billion
But values based action.
It sets your steps begun
From beast to a good human.

Have you seen them,
Flying in the night,
Allured by the brimstone
And the fire light.

Their eagerness
In spectral flight
All in search
Of a source of light.

The moon beckons
But artificial glow
Dazzles their eyes,
As they fly to them
Burning in the hold
That they have them.

Those who are wise,
But at luck follow the moon.
Those stay behind
And die in the first light
Of noon.

To where shall we travel in this
dark and desolate world?

We could travel to the top of
the pyramids built by slaves.

We could travel to the wall,
that took the lives of many.

We could travel to the land in which
many died because of their "flawed" ways.

Or we could just stay here in this land
stolen from the natives before.

Now I ask you again,
as it is completely up to you.

To where shall we travel in this
dark and desolate world?

I want to speak French, and read more, and wear suits more often but in a casual way, and also wear a watch, and design book covers as a side job, while working for and helping children who don’t have great homes.
I want to be a morally better person, and live life to its fullest potential, and stay in shape because I want to live long, and not because I want to look good. I want to be able to have a great time and remember it, I want to remember to take my meds every day for so long that it becomes part of me and I am finally better, I want to be in a triathlon.
I want to create art that makes you feel so alone that you don’t care what happens next, but make music that makes you want to live forever because there will never be enough time to experience everything you want to feel. I want to share moments with strangers that make us life long friends. I want to feel things I’ve never even thought were possible, and fall in love with people that I didn’t even think exist.