When my eyes become tired
And my hair turns grey
Do feel the days I've cried
And lost track on my pray

You chose to leave
Even when I opted
You made me believe
In love and feelings, I adapted

Years have past
Where have you gone?
Silence surrounds so fast
My heart, all wretched and torn

Your promises has gone in vain
Each of which you sealed with a kiss
The thoughts, now have become a pain
As this heart mourns for you I miss...


©sim

To those of you who know me,
You know me not at all.
To those of you who don't:
These are my beacons in the fog.
These words have been my anchor.
They've been there to break my falls.
I've illustrated my escapes
From within these empty walls.
On these pages are the prices
That I've paid for life's surprises.
I've lain waste to pens revising,
Re-copying, refining.

Not all of it is exciting,
Nor sad, or uninviting,
But I gain pleasure from these words,
And from the simple act of writing.

And so for this I'm pleading,
And maybe even needing:
Take pleasure from these words,
And the simple act of reading.

When I was certainly sure
You broke my faith
At the eleventh hour
When I was about to pave
My journey alone
You tracked my way
When I was going to decipher
The codes of life
You jammed me with more mysteries
I can summarise
In a nutshell
You are the one of my cacti
Who gifted me a world of hell
Thank You for this blissful present
Which had left my soul a mere barren tract..