It's my most favourite life game,
Leaving you behind with no particular aim
In the midst of a charming thing we perform
And keeping you waiting  till the time,
I choose to be  back again!

Did you ever notice it yourselves?
(If not what's the point of telling one?
I may ruin the pleasure of not allowing
Not to see what one naturally do not see)

I've  freed myself from the vagaries of time!
An esoteric art in what avatars are with me.
I may not return to you in an
Expected time frame or plane.
I'll spend  time the  way I wish,
Taking as much from the chest of universe
and add a fine twist to it.
Wouldn't you call it making poetry?

I've bandoned all expectaions time,
Imposed on us by  its lenier progression.
I may keep you waiting for long
You may think,  as you are now not that girl,
But a wildly bloomed tree waiting for me, The migratory bird on its usual sojourn!
You are eager to offer your best of fruits,
I peck at it with atmost care, and attain,
An 'Ananda ' pure and simple
And gift you a perfect Buddha smile,
That transcends the warps  of time!

A shortest smile bears the deepest impression...
The loss of sense draining in depression...
Talk about sharing thoughts with someone known..
But efforts fail as the talks become unknown...
Try and tried of putting thoughts together...
For the memories that render over and over...
Of what mind speaks hurts me again...
When heart seeks gives atmost pain...
Who shall understand for people live in vain...
Its almost peek of insanity nearly going in drain...
Keeping in mind that steady should remain...
Of what thoughts crash and what we gain...


©sim

Always lurking in the shadows, going unnoticed. We never listen when it barks at us to look out for danger. We find it to be a nuisance and be angry at the lost noise. We want to forget about it but it reminds us every time we're at a certain circumstance. We think we are insane, so we give it names, such as voices in my head. Our headaches are not always caused by stress, it is usually sending us warning signs. It gets angry at us too, so it gives us migraines. It tries its atmost best to protect us, but we neglect it. It always speaks with us, but we don't listen.

When you think your world is crumbling down and all you can do is sit and frown. Be sure to call me, cause I never thought to disown. You were and are my life, my flesh and blood, my own. Am not angry with you, just upset with your choices. You went along listening to foreign voices. Left me in distress with your harsh words. But dear you are my atmost joy out of the odds. I know life cheats on many counts but bad things always haunts. You need to think straight tho it's not too late, but hunny don't get stuck blaming your fate. You are young, pretty, beautiful and bold. Right now, concentrate on your studies, am sure your true love will emerge to mould. You shouldn't rush into anything you would later regret for. Take a cruze drive towards your goal dear and all will be well in the coming year. Few lessons of such I would love to give to my future daughter. While gulpping down a glass of lemon water. Smiling imaging how such life would be, will I even be lucky to live and see. I wish to have my own family someday, I just have to be patient and not cowardly walk away...*


©sim