How can you be so bold
As to paint with your tongue?
Silver words turned to gold,
Serpent long.
After me you’d go for more,
You’ve never seen true war,
The one which rages deep within.
Why does your love taste like sin?
Go to his arms,
See if I care.
His lungs don’t need any air.
I can’t bear any more of your charms.
How did diamonds turn to dust?
Just like, into air, did too our trust.

How can you keep a smile,
After you warrant so many tears?
It’s become something vile,
A curse, lost to the years.
My heart feels the breaking of chains,
My veins are the train tracks and your eyes, the trains,
A full stop is all I need,
But that’s no problem for you, you’re filled with greed.
Go, pull your inept strings!
Your melody can’t soothe me.
I don’t have to run anymore or flee
From all the scorching question and eerie things.
My embrace was crafted for you,
I tell myself that sweet lie that will never become true…

I loved you…

Oh love, you come in a better disguise
this time. Let me tell you now that
you've improved both in loveliness
and in material impossibility.
For all I'm concerned, this has been
your finest hour, which coincides
with my weakest and darkest,
not related to your coming (you insist),
but I know better. And even when I know
what you'll do, I was hoping to see you
again. And this is already going wrong.
For those of us who, foolishly, are still
looking for the happily ever after,
it is always a walk in the park under
gray skies and falling leaves to have you
back, love. There will always be a space
for you to fill in this heart. If only
you could stay still for a second.

But wait a second; no, not you.
Wait a second longer; yes, me.
Weren't you just about to fall sleep?
Wait a second. You're not loosing her.
Hold the tear in, close your eyes and
drift away. There she'll be too,
in the dream, waiting in a better disguise.
And this time it'll maybe be real.

Now, I'll just tear the pages,
Rip every bit apart
Lock my thoughts in cages
And exile my own heart

I'll savage my feelings  
And blindfold my visions
Coz, I am done with the killings,
Of my naive emotions

I am not the crazy one here
Neither was my love
You wouldn't mind counting my tear
As the sky shatters from above

The state of my mind
Is not, even near to insanity
I have put everything behind
Coz, I am not greedy for eternity

Letting ooze out the filth
That's clogging my entire body
So I don't feel the guilts
And put blame on somebody

Inking with bright red
For every mistake I've made
Never shall I be sad
For I'll soon be laid

In the soft mud, hugging the ground
The underground creatures my friend
With whom I shall surround
As my breath has come to an end

Be happy, unlike my depression
Killing me rather softly
But don't kneel to this depression
Coz, you'll also die slowly...




©sim

There is no Us nor We
Divided us, was she
There is no You nor I
Just my tears seem to spy
Don't you wonder why I cry?
Why these tears won't dry?
Helplessly tired whenever I try
Do you even care?
Or busy with your new pair
Life's never been fair
All I do now is just sit and stare
At the pictures we share
It's becoming too much to bear
Hovering chest pain seems to tear,
My heart out from its layer
You've been a great player
Not my prince but a slayer
This beating heart will soon slow
As I close my eyes and end the show
Don't beg at my feet then, O' No!
Life is beautiful
And,
You are free to go...


©sim

If I had more tears left to cry
They'd roll down without care
Hurricanes from my eyes
Glorious storms of despair.

They'd speak volumes without a word
I wouldn't have to explain
They'd flow till my vision is blurred
So I needn't see through the pain.

I am a ******.
I force myself onto my poetry,
Even when it wants to be left alone.
I say no, to her no.

She’s the one who’s asking for it.
Walking all pretty, all alone,
Basically begging me to tear her clothes off.
I don’t need her permission.

After I do it, I cry.
I look myself in the mirror and wonder
Why do I do this, why?
I guess I’m just another monster.

The sad thing is
She always comes back for more.
She trusts me more than I do myself.
I don’t get why she does this to herself.

The winds whistle my name
As I walk on this lonely path
Everything looks almost the same
Except the monuments ruined art

The heart was stained red
Tear marks on it's face I saw
The monument looked sad
On this bright day, it refused to glow

As I looked closer, I felt drips of water
Over my shoulder, as I stood near
A feeling of a mother, missing her daughter
In those still eyes, sipping out was its tear

I never thought stones could really cry
Crafted by men, a persona beautiful art
Even if I wipe out its tears to dry
I wouldn't feel the pain it bears in its heart...

©sim

fall endlessly like raindrops to the ocean;
Like little soldiers, one after the other,
They fall just as the enemy targets them.

Why am I here?
Why do I tell you this?
Why do these fall in my face when my insides feel nothing?

Then again, what is a smile with happiness in it?