"sim" poems
I have been away for too long
In a solitude, burried with remorse
For I've lost a very close loved one
And the situation got worse
I prayed to be taken away
For my life to end
As soon as possible
Coz nothing much was left to mend
Tears rolled down my cheeks
To stop the negative thoughts
Got taken back many times
To untie the invisible knots
Voices got into my ears
That ached to explode my temple
Closing my eyes eveytime
A picture painted, to resemble
It's you, O'mum...that I can't get over with
Life seems, more like a lego
Feelings that can't be put into words
Every bit pierces through the core
Your smile, your beauty, your essence
Has all been captured by this heart
Now, in troubled weak times
Another scene peeps as an art
How will I ever, comfort myself
That now I am all alone
None that are left by my side
All have fallen and gone
May your soul rest in peace
Exactly, a month today
Missing you heaps in this crowded shell
Hope to meet you, someday...
©sim
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Love has no religion
Nor does hate
But in every society
There is a rate
♡
The superiority of faith
Over the many gods
All who reside in heaven
As we live between odds
♡
If only our blood color
Reflected our skin
Then the religion we belong
Would be easy to pin
♡
The devil in our heads
Plays the tune of hatred
And makes us believe
In other demeaning sacred
♡
Fooling us to the extent
Where we **** each other
Regardless of who they are
Either it's the mother or father
♡
A complete brainwashed
From the faith of love
While rotting in the prison
Then we hail our prayers above...
©sim
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
I got a smart because I am getting smarter while going to school.
I got a smart phone but it is making me feel blue.
I thought the problem was because it is new to me.
There are too many options it is harder to work.
I get annoyed by all it's little quirks.
I can not have a picture next to my contacts because they are not stored in the sim card memory only and not on the phone memory.
At least the phone is not boring
I try to hang up the phone and accidentally dial instead
I am tempted to say, sorry I **** dialed you
Instead of the truth it is due to User error
I am smart enough to admit that my smart phone mades me feel dumb
Does that mean that the phone is really smarter than me?
I sure hope not
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
This joy
This madness
This rain;
Absolute calm
Meeting you
Then departing
You emerge, out of the blues;
Absolute calm
Here goes
My soul
As I've found you again;
Absolute calm
I was faithful
Unfaithful you fell
Played game too well;
Pained, yet in absolute calm
..................................................
*Ye suroor
Ye junoon
Ye barish
Kitna sukoon...
Tera milna
Phir bichadna
Istifak se milna
Kitna sukoon...
Loh gaya
Mera saya
Tujhe paya
Kitna sukoon...
Wafa tumse
Bewafai humse
Khel khela
Dard-e-sukoon...*
©sim
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
I've lost a battle
Within my soul
My mind is unsettle
Forgot about my goal
Now trying to revive
To recollect and recall
The medium to survive
Before another fall
The pressure is intense
From my own peers
My heart goes in pretense
Hiding all my fears
Night brings in dark thoughts
To harm myself again with pains
Destined to fight these lots
But my hands are soaked with stains
Blood, it is mixed with ink
As I write on these walls
Drawing up my insanity link
That's when I heard the calls
Ambu sirens squeak the street
Someone rushes in my room
Gives me anesthesia as a greet
But time kicked me to my doom...
©sim
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Few days back, returned from a marriage
With my katz-en-jam-mer-ed bud, in a typical Himachli carriage
Half the journey, I was accompanied by
After parting ways at station, we bid each other bye
Continuing thereafter, the journey, I went into a slumber dim
Unaware, that the signal went out from my SIM
Someone, looking about 25, sat into my lateral sight
Looking sober, he asked about a familiar site
Involving his step family, he told me his unfair tale
Hearing upon which, I let pity sail
Somethings do happen for worse, told myself
Nothing remains forever, he added words on my shelf
|AB|
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Kya kabhi patharo ne siskiyan li hai?
Kato ne chubna chor diya?
Dil ne dhadakna;
Aur ankho ne barasna chor diya?
Kya kabhi kadi dhoop mei,
Indradhanus ko haste huwe dekha hai?
Iss duniya mei,
Insaano ko ladtey aur marte dekha hai?
Kya tumne kabhi socha hai,
Jiwan mei dukh ziyada aur khushi kam kiyu hai?
Rastey sabh seedhe nahi,
Tedhe rastein bhi manzil ke kareeb le jati hai.
Kya tumne kabhi rotey huwe buzurgh ko,
Aur besahara bacho ko dekha hai?
Apni unchi naak, neechi kar,
Dharti mata ko dhanayvad diya hai?
Nahi na! Ya sambhawna kuch toh kiya hoga.
Ya tumhare dil mein daya hi nahi.
Kya muskurana bhi bhool chuke **
Apne nahi toh dusroh ke liye kuch kiya karo.
Zindagi ke akhari pal mei, yaad karo ge.
Ek ek din ankho ke samne daud ke jayengi,
Tabh tum yaad karte, muskhurate iss duniya se,
Hamesha ke liye alvida kahe jaoge...
©sim
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
Her body looks touchy in the light,
I urge to play with her all night.
Yes, she says and I hold her softly’
I take a deep breathe, to confirm if she’s ready.
She didn’t mind, and i proposed for a birthday gift, she can’t say yet.
I run one hand up her neck
touching her makes me wanna peck
For I love kissing.
Across her body, my right hand goes,
I have been practicing, believe me, it shows.
Another deep breath, the tension reduce
staying focus, every moment dues
Boldly toast her to the room'
She gently stand up, no offends and we move.
Getting to the room
I gently push her to the wall
I make her feel the groove
My vibes and my moves
Triggers her to do
With my two hands,
I grab her head while kissing her
She close her eyes and
French we go.
So deep and no, i need to go’
she pull me back.
The sounds and feelings grow more immense
The movements, become more intense
My heart stops as I see the door open
Her mom walks in and says;
Your guitar is too loud,
please turn it down.
And she reply’ ok mom.
Well, I’m a bad boy trying to be relevant.
She forwardly push me to the bed
Stylishly she unzip my jean and holds my ****
While she **** the head
She fingers herself and makes me lick.
At the long run, I inserted my sim.
She took her face off as she feels the hit
She screams and still pulling me in,
While I diligently *** her with styles
She wonder, who am I
Four rounds we go
Hard and slow
She feels light and dope
She’s smiles and says that’s your birthday *** BOB
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
I will fade away, like a sketch
Gone, torn, broken so far away
Where no one would be there to catch
Not even a word to say
Alone, in this busy world
An identity of an unknown
I'd be forgotten soon
Like a weary leaf, been blown
You promised to be by my side
But instead, you pushed me outside
Dropped from a glass tower
Taunting every minute, every hour
What did I do wrong?
What have I ever done?
You hated our favorite song
The love that shined, now all gone
Perhaps, burry me in your memory
And walk away like a stranger
You'd not stop, even if I tried
And never see the danger
I'd be fine, yes I'll be
Once you were mine
But now on my own, living you alone
I'll be fine
So sorry, I took up your time
That for now, you labeled as wasted
You never told me my crime
But the bitter hate, I tasted
I'd have lived by your side
In the dark days, showing you light
But now, I am fading away
Like a mist, in the darkest night
I should've never loved you
If I'd known, you'd leave my side
While breaking my heart into two
You gobbled up, all your lies
What should I think?
What should I do?
Atleast give me a clue
Of what I should do?
In a blink, you took all away
No reasons, no words, no nothing at all
So I am fading away, yes I am
I cannot hear your call
Coz,
I
am
Falling
Falling,
Fading
Away....
©sim
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Hungry filthy eyes
From every corner
It spies
Lustful desire ignition
Hardly any blinks
Sparks temptation
The growth of hunger
On youthful body
Deludes my anger
It hunts upon everyone
Especially the feminines
Carrying a gun
Streets pollute such eyes
Some cross, some straight
Most full with lies
Each day my eye meets
Such perverts
With viciously lustrous greets...
©sim
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
you Tug, and Tug these Servile Strings,
you've Sewn inTo my Flesh
i've Sewn a Few on You as Well,
a Tangled Gory Mesh
Ev'ry Tug i Take will Rip
your Skin from Off your Bone, but
You've got Quite a Sim'lar Grip,
tug Rip,
cry Laugh,
and Moan
Two Puppets, Each Other's Masters
Together, Beget Disasters
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
.
*asks the one in the $9 Craigslist chair,
legs crossed like a philosopher
mid-way through a YouTube binge
on dark matter
and dopamine fasting.*
He thinks it’s profound.
It’s not.
It’s a shrug in a trench coat.
A crisis dressed up in code.
An old fear wearing digital cologne.
If this is a simulation—
***what the **** are we simulating?***
Heartbreak?
Minimum wage despair?
The number of times I check my phone
hoping it’s her?
Is it
a stress test for gods,
a beta for consciousness,
a joke?
Because if someone coded this—
they should be fired.
Or worshipped.
Or sued.
Where’s the patch notes,
the exit key,
the server room in the sky?
Where’s the moment it glitches
and someone finally says,
“Oops, our bad—
you weren’t meant to feel
all of that.”
You talk about the veil of illusion
but you still cry in parking lots.
You still ghost your therapist.
You still love people
who don’t text back.
You bleed,
you ache,
you spiral—
whether you’re made of atoms
*or ******* pixels.*
Your god wears headphones.
Your sacred text is a Stack Overflow thread.
Your heaven is a loading screen.
Your hell is just
Monday.
You pray in 1080p
to a silent DevOps deity
who hasn’t pushed an update
since the Bronze Age.
This isn’t philosophy.
It’s cosplay for cowards.
It’s a way to sound deep
without touching dirt.
Without risking faith.
Without changing anything.
Because if it’s a sim,
you don’t have to care.
If it’s a sim,
you don’t have to try.
You can just sit there,
scrolling.
Wondering if the fire
is ray-traced.
But here, the only questions that matter:
Does it hurt?
Do you love?
Can you lose?
Because if the answer is yes—
you’re in it.
Whatever it is.
Simulation or not.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 5:12 AM UTC
Lost in the thoughts of ancient realm
Many thousands of years back
Nothing then has stayed the same
Such civilization, understanding we lack
Every ethnicity group had a tale to tell
From every little corner of this mother earth
How we worked and walked, then we fell
Cycles of life flourished again with birth
Each era had it's own vulnerable states
And each state had it's own Queens and Kings
The then ancient calendars with marked dates
Of unplanned wars in those dates boldly clings
The cities that have sunk or drowned deep
Took away with them, their entire civility
In the great oceans graveyard, now it sleeps
To be discovered by people with extreme ability
The now generation, is very inquisitive
On every find of any ancient matters around
But the finds become government subjective
Mostly those found from deep underground...
©sim
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
A blunt start
It's Monday blues
Aching heart
Searching for clues
Wondering eyes
Scheduled meetings
More sales lies
More customer cheatings
Gloomy, rainy, breezy day
Good morning, morning all passes say
My mind is rolling over thinking
My eyes heavy, dosing and sinking
O' I hope it was another holiday
Another day in bed, dreaming all the way
But Monday always comes again
Ruining my week, giving me pain
Same people, same desk, job loads
Traffic queuing on the roads
O' this laziness
I need coffee, to focus on today's business
Monday! Monday! Fly away fast
Till Friday comes, with a party blast...
©sim
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
This techno—
logical revolution
is nothing but
our evolution,
a bio—
logical institution
founded for the reason
we strive toward
& expressed in
the singularity
that pulls forward—
the infinite alchemy
@thesoulofourbeing
wants us to
accept it,
connect it,
& let it be.
This sim—
plicity just might be
as simple as we want,
as beautiful as we want,
& as perfect as we are.
Dance
with life & death
in the moment,
for now is the time
to thank your being
for existing,
& listening
to the logic
of it all.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:01 AM UTC
A beautiful nation,
In the middle of the pacific ocean...
Filled with all races, its multi racial...
A paradise where the sun rises first...
Lots of people come as tourist or guests...
Sun shines brighter in the west...
Heat smearing enjoyed by rest...
With coconuts to quench your thirst...
You bet, we are the best...
Fiji as a small country with a big heart...
Welcoming people from all different castes...
With majority population of Fijians and Indians...
We are given the citizenry to be known as Fijians...
Hindi, English and Fijian are the spoken words...
Once you come you may never feel among odds...
Hot springs, hike place, wonderful beaches...
Friendly people and no dangerous creatures...
Waterfall, country rides, water dives and much more...
Am sure you would enjoy and not get bore...
This is my home, a paradise heaven on earth...
I seek nothing but to live here until my death...
©sim
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Driving down the watchful lane
My car choked, so I stopped at a scene
A false image or a dying shadow
Sitting by the window, a surreal widow
Smiling from the mirrors reflection
An awkward feint delusional reaction
Upon the quivered candle flames
Flickers her dark lustful eyes in claims
Maybe it's an illusion or a trick of my mind
As my body has fallen, weak by this find
This place seems, full of buried secrets
Along the sound of wild crickets
The horror adventure plays within my sight
Ghosts hovering everywhere in white
I closed my eyes to silence my mind
To weave off the horrific sight of all kind
But something grabbed my leg from behind
My voice echoed to beg and I began to unwind
Yet another mystery buried underground
My car engine raced all of a sudden,
I shook off the scenery, and turned around...
©sim
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
.
Ho w
about I come
to your place to
night,so I can sho
w you the growth
ofmy natural log
I'm not being ob
tuse, you are be
ing a cute girl . Y
ou mustbe the sq
are root of -1 bec
ause you can't be
real. The derivat
ive ofmy love for
you is 0, because
my lovefor you is
constant. Why d
on't we use some
Fourier analysis
on our relation
ship and reduce
to a series of Sim
ple per io doc
Fun ctions. I wish i was
your calculus home work, because then
I'd be hard and you 'd be doing me on yo
ur desk.Hey, baby want to squeeze my
Theorem while I poly your
n o m i a l
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Like spools of thread, pilled in the midst
Darkness draws attention to the danger
Up few miles, is that place
Where the sign reads, welcome stranger
Curiosity jumps on each step
As the enchanting forest gets deeper
The sun rays sparkle the early dews
And awakens the sleeping keeper
Birds chattering, singing melodiously
Giant rocks, stand as guards of century
Silent kills the morning songs
At the dark weaved, heavy grown entry
Myth say, it may be a portal to another world
But reports and researchers find it their own way
What's there to be afraid of
Besides an approaching thunder day
A torch in hand, walking cautiously
Humming sound follows through, alerting my ears
Tripping, few times on dead branches
Triggers my lost unwanted fears
It's almost past mid day, but not a single string of light
The passage seems like a hell deep
Strange scribbles on near stones, alert
"Do not fall asleep"
Hours of walking on turns and paths
Tiredness and hunger grasped in well
Don't fall asleep rings in my ears
I was not alone, I could easily tell
Within this labyrinth, mysteries lie of all kinds
An evil crackling laugh, shakes my fears
Looking in the direction of the sound
There is an "it" and it hears
Run out now, my gut feelings kick in
Hoping for sun rays, but thunder beats the sky
Peculiar heavy steps seems to follow
I wish, I could just fly
One exit, echoes another entry
A swirl labyrinth has woken today
Running in circles, lost my routes
I can't find my right way
A small spark of light in a corner
Disguised as the suns ray
Traps my vision to walk forward
Like a poised lucidest prey
What happened next, I do not know
But not alone now, as more walk my way
Finding their own possible routes
We have become abundantly stray...
©sim
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
There's always that one girl
with the astonishing smile
and the little sly gap
between her front teeth-
charming because it screams of mischief.
There's always that one girl
with the literature voice
and the Zimbabwe speech
sneaking in through her
points, arguments, metaphors. Identity.
That one, inexplicable, eccentric
girl
who somehow teaches you
how take to take a selfie in the dark
nighttime balcony of an African university.
And somehow by the end of it,
as you are carried away to tomorrow
by the sound of her new sim-card voice,
you wonder why some victories
cannot be gold medals you can take
back home to your parents,
as she bus-drifts away back to that
spirited mother land
that hatched her onto a podium.
Then that new sim-card is discarded.
And some smiles you cannot forget.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
A place to spend your holiday
A place of peace and getaway
Pack your bags and grab a flight
For Fiji is awaiting your atmost sight
Early sunrise, cool sea breeze
Waterfall wonders, you'll surely freeze
Hikes like no other, activities you'll enjoy
No dangers, no creatures no forest toy
No roaring lions, no slithering snakes
No bears of any kind that awakes
Just wild birds chattering their plea
"Come on humans, why do you flee"
People friendly of all races
Sometimes its hard to tell their origin by faces
Food of great delicacy on a bed of island chill
You'll not be disappointed when you'll get your bill
White sandy beaches open to all
Bonfire activities often on a roll
Special island dances and firewalking by natives
So much to do, plan your island motives
Just now I see a big cruise ship docked at sea
Why not come down and enjoy
A small piece of heaven, my Fiji can be...
©sim
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
Scales on bodies
Of that of farmers
Sun bares no harm,
On swinging charmers
A drop of a bit
Gives no smiles
To the hand that feeds
That walk for many miles
Cracks flap, mudcakes
Steaming heat rise won't stop
Children doing rain dance
While egg fries on roof top
Clear sky, bathes no cloud
Just stroke of heavy rays
Heatwaves tants the skin
Bad are these days...
©sim
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
Lovely flowers surround me
So beautiful and colorful they turn to be
They never ask for water
Neither do they wilt
They are put around so I can forget my guilt
I feel blank inside when I am faked
These flowers ain't real, they are fake
Just like these people around
Like wearing a smile to show
Like these artificial flowers that seem to glow
There's no truth amongst these
Even our eyes betray us within the trees
Not everyone can be happy till their last days
But people will entertain you in many ways
As every aspect of life there is blooming flowers
So many, some creep up like how its in towers
A fake flower with no smell to make you feel better
A fake smile on a face to make you feel loved
A fake hug, just to stab your back and shove
It's just a courtesy to get rid of the matter
Some just fake this, and write a last letter
Move on elsewhere to find peace
But fail with heavy guilt, unable to ease
Lastly, lay in peace in their forgotten dark caves
While I put these flowers to last longer, on their graves...
©sim
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Maa Yashoda ke tum dulaare
Tujhe tere bhakt pukare
Chale aao mere makhan chor
Tujhse bandhi hai preet ki dor
Mohini muskaan, chanchal ye maan
Teri pooja karoon mei jeewan bhar
Aayi hai teri madhur janam diwas
Meri hirdaye mei basay rahena, bas
Shama karna, har bhool ko mere Kanha
Kabhi mujhe bhool se bhool na jaana
Haath jhod kar, tujhe sumiroon
Yaad tujhe har pal karoon
Poori kar doh apne bhakto ki kami
Aap ko shubh ** ye janmastami...
©sim
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Que grande a geração, a de Camões,
Saia de Belém, num pranto oral...
Dizia adeus a grandes multidões!
Olhava o horizonte pequeno Portugal
Traçado o rumo do futuro,
Passado o mar forte e indeciso,
Pegava no leme, firme e duro,
Sem dor, frio ou bramido.
As ninfas, rodeavam o leme,
O Sol, queimava a proa do navio,
O capitão nada teme
Naquele mar, escuro e bravio...
Victor Marques e Atavio Nelson
Chegamos a outros pontos,
Do globo esférico, sem saber!
Que hoje são contos,
Que ainda temos de ler.
Desde Ourique, Calado e Cala trava
Com turbantes brancos reluzentes
Os portugueses lutaram com palavra
Com alegria mostravam seus dentes.
Correram os desertos, tão estéreis
Na defesa de um Santo Universal
Pela cruz combateram infiéis
Dentro e fora de Portugal.
Oh.Isabel que suaves eram tuas flores!
Que rosas encarnadas pueris
Que as músicas sejam cantadas para seus amores
Prendes-te por milagre o teu Diniz.
OH Coimbra.que tiranas do fadário
Oh Sé velha, cheia de segredos
Que encantos lá havia do Hilário
Ainda hoje escritos nos penedos...
Santa Clara, no alto...que te vê clarissa
Jovem, esbelta coimbrã!
Foste, cedo freira e noviça.
Salva-me deste fado, minha irmã!
Olá Marquez, és do Pombal
Traidor, usurpador, ladrão.
NO ódio foste genial.
E TUDO, tudo metia no gibão.
Malandro, enganas-te o teu Rei
Iludiste-o, meu falso...e mandas-te
O Távora, inocente para o cadafalso
Maldito sejas!
Isso não foi Portugal...mas foi
No norte, que uma mulher
Forte, com seios apertados
E espada no dentes bem cerrados
Em serpente e com sua gente
Em zip filas genial
Firme.destinada
Deu a vida mas
Acabou com o Cabral
Sim ali, no monte
Naquele lugar Maria da Fonte
Só com gente destemida, como eu !
Tal como o Lusitano no Gerez
Esta pátria com um plebeu
Concebeu o Tavares com um grande
PORTUGUÊS
Victor Marques
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 10:27 PM UTC