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439 · Jan 2018
Life In A Dying Plant
Seema Jan 2018
The plant looked dead,
It made me wonder as well as sad,
I observed the plant to see the cause,
It was indeed dead ofcourse,
The trunk was rotten,
Mostly forgotten,
It stood there dead,
My gaze caught a spot of green,
I suppose no one noticed this scene,
On the stem of an overhanging branch,
I watered this plant and trimmed the dead branch,
After few weeks the leaves grew,
And it was amongst everyone's view,
After few months a green branch sprouted,
With hearted satisfaction I doubted,
Thinking it may not last long,
But I was wrong,
Down few more days,
It grew stronger out of the ways,
Soon I noticed the budding,
And the blooms flooding,
What a beautiful sight to see at last,
The life returning in a dying plant...


©sim
Observation.
434 · Jan 2018
Trusted Cheaters
Seema Jan 2018
I wish to sit in the rain,
In a park washing away my pain,
A hot cup of coffee in my hand indeed,
Sipping slowly while my tears flow freed,
The aroma and taste of coffee,
******* onto the leftover toffee,
Gives a sensation feel of joy,
Who knew you also thought me as your toy,
Oh yes, it just feels as if it was today,
When I saw you in the marriage hall the other day,
Holding her hand who was my best friend,
Shattered came my dream world to an end,
You glanced at me from the chapel,
With your smirk smile you made me so *******,
Along came my best friend in her wedding gown,
Looking like a princess wearing a silver crown,
I had gifted her that on her birthday last year,
Didn't know she would become my greatest fear,
I was merely being used as a hitch for their meeting,
Always friendly and behind me their cheating,
Both played me like an average doll,
I can't stop thinking as my tears start to roll,
My soul mate now someone else's future fate,
Struck with shock and pain in a miserable state,
Was I really a bait for them to come closer,
Good heavens! I feel like such a loser,
Torn, hurt and shattered badly,
I know I have to live with this sadly,
Trust no one was my new goal,
And live life like a renowned soul...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
433 · Jul 2017
Bloating
Seema Jul 2017
Under this whimsical sky
Leaning at the feet of a huge tree
With my pen ready to scribble
The words that needs to be,
Written!
The bloating thoughts that eat
My soul like a parasite
Has spread to my physical being
Hoping for a peak of light
But the cure has suppressed
Unfortunately!
I know I am not alone in this
This epidemic has spread wide
A countless antidote taken to ease
Leaving the waves kiss the shore
Without a high tide
Timelessly!
Fighting the demons that has infested
Inside my heart and mind
Burning their tails and horns to ignite
The very light, that I am to find
Hopefully!
I'll fade like ashes oneday
Blown bits of me in the atmosphere
Learning about me someday
You'd wish I was still here
Repentance!


©sim
Fiction
433 · Apr 2018
Incomplete
Seema Apr 2018
The sweetest smile,
The deepest thought, brings me back to the place where it all started...
It's the feeling of complete to incompletiness,
A depression of gist in the weary way of emptiness..
My hand in yours still clinging to you as it was way then..
Turned away of the love that was once so cheerly mine...
But now gone with a single sigh of smile...


©sim
433 · Sep 2017
Life To A Dead Soul
Seema Sep 2017
Your love gave life to my dead soul
Burnt and buried, it was all ashes and coal
Your love flamed the coal into fine gold
I feel so warm in this wicked cold

You wiped away my streaming tears
Hugged me tight to reassure from fears
I saw you after many painful years
The dark clouds over my head slowly clears

Just love is what my heart feeds on
The hunger to be loved has come upon
Lonesome life has left and long gone
My heart completely healed from being torn

The happiness has returned with reason
He promised to stay, no matter what the season
No longer my soul feels to be in a dark prison
All is well now,
      for my life is growing with the right person...


©sim
Fiction
431 · Jun 2017
Prototype Dummies
Seema Jun 2017
Lost, yet losing another battle
Amongst many mannequins
But the agony doesn't settle
Coz the desire ignites more sins

We fight ourselves and give a way
For others to take over the place
Yet mind and heart beg to stay
To compete in the popularly race

Love is such a challenge, for
Mankind to keep it flourished
Most seen and saw many hearts tore
As flushed eyes stare astonished

Slitting wrist and overdosing mayhem
Serve as a culture to those grievers
Sadist rhythm and sour anthem
Twist their minds, forget retrievers

Like a new epidemic leashed out
And the entire planet, a test ground
Goons, gruff and celebrate about
At the new prototype that roams around

Pointing fingers at others in blame
Raising conflicts, to more lethal levels
To brainwash everyone, their only aim
And these are the real devils

Controlled by trotting wealthiers
We're shot with some ridiculous vaccine
Spilled lies, of life based on certain healthiers
Change the channels, in news it's all seen

Yet, believing the media is another slot
They only show the entertainment bit
The reality is edited and maybe reshot
And the channel becomes a hit

Dummies are we, to unknown users
Our daily lives residue normality
How great are these leading looters
Who shake hands to fulfill, formality!


©sim
431 · Nov 2017
Worn Out Lycanthrope
Seema Nov 2017
Your heart has turned dark
Your eyes blinks a spark
Your breath almost stinks
The awful smell of your skin
Makes my head spin
This momentary night
As the sky is beamed alight
The moon shining over you
Sprinkling the magical dew
You climb on the peak
To embrace what you seek
I've grown too weak
With no energy to speak
My powers, I've lost
This kind of death is the worst
But you, trying to revive me
To how I was, I again can be
The approach of midnight
I'm holding on tight
My breathe fading slowly
Around none, I'm lonely
A vigorous howling cry
My throat has gone dry
I felt dragged under the moon
The magical dew showered soon
On my body which was torn
And a new me, was born...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
431 · Oct 2017
A Perfect Night
Seema Oct 2017
The lights getting dim
I am with him
In his arms
Embracing his charms
How romantic, this night
I feel am falling from a height
Landing on his chest
Oh yes, the feeling is the best
Our eyes drowning deep
As we get closer and closer
Consuming each others sleep
It's like time has stopped
For this moment only
Silently kissing, no more lonely
The rain showers, and the breeze blows
Over our wrap bodies as love flows
The way our bodies sway,
My eagerness automatically makes its way
I'm truly blessed to have him tonight
A perfect affection, a playful night
Lived each moment like there was no end
Only if I could remember the broken parts to mend
A dream so beautiful that rarely passes my night
Soon at day break, everything fades in the light....


©sim
Fictional write :)
430 · Jan 2018
Sow Shall Reap: Hay(Na)Ku
Seema Jan 2018
O' barren land
I shall
Cultivate

Prepare the soil
And soon
Activate

I shall sow
Seeds to
Germinate

For the seeds
Shall mostly
Accelerate

In the land
Weeds shall
Decimate

And I shall
Reap the
Harvest

To feed the
Poor and
Gravest


©sim
3-2-1 format
430 · Sep 2017
Why Promise...?
Seema Sep 2017
My faith in you
Surprising grew
Your loyalty to me
Let's me see
The way you are
By your heart
The love in you
I never ever knew
So much deep
If one can reach
I can sense your love
And your care for me
You have patience
To adore your surround
Yet you always want
My essence around
But as you know
I've got a shattered heart
In pieces, broken apart
My trust in love, is lost
As I paid the price,
For the time it cost
Twice betrayed
Everything gone to fade
Broken are promises,
I wonder why it's made!!

©sim
430 · Oct 2017
Transcending Flight
Seema Oct 2017
With closed eyes
I travel the world
With closed eyes
My flight is called

In deep sleep - unaware
My body floats without care
To a place unknown - too rare
Perhaps another world with no air

In abyss I see many unknown
Witnessing this divinity as shown
Transcending in various diverse portal
Am I still human or become an immortal

Wake me up as my breath is running low
In this darkness, there is no light nor glow
Bring me back before its too late
Don't let this wicked abyss decide my fate

My head feels light
My eyes open wide
I am back from my transcend flight
I hate this sleep, I hate this night...


©sim
430 · Oct 2017
Leading Away From Past
Seema Oct 2017
The path that leads to my past,
        has grown weary by your presence
Your touch soothes away my pain,
        like the smell of burning incense
You are no other,
        but my present trying to wipe out my past
How have you thought out that I will be your last?
My journey is set on a rough dead road
Guarded and dusted, am carrying my own load
You have felt me through my tears
But you have no idea of my inner grieving fears
Life has passed off now been many years
Am set on a lone path wandering about,
Searching for maybe other soul yet another doubt
Here you have held me too close
Whispering in my ears,
          your promises like a dose
Assuring me as your last hope
As you are clinging on the other side of the rope
Trying your best to conceal a fulfilling wish by your kiss
But truth is,
                   you are not the one, I really miss...

©sim
430 · Sep 2017
Gimmick
Seema Sep 2017
How does one get recognition?
In this world full of objection
No matter how much one strives
From most corners they receive a rejection
Worked hard in studies all their lives
To what they can't understand this legislation
Lured in wrong direction, most drugy
Others live on injections
No job, no family, no friends just regretion
Most times found on streets fighting starvation
Like an unwanted stray dog roaming
While multi persona simulates foaming
Clogging the mind, chocking the breaths
They become aimless, lifeless and worse breathless
So has become the lives of many studious
Stuck in a swamp of their own filmed videos
Some pulled out of such wrath through motivation
Some tried hard and get back through inspiration
Others yet many still live in their own fantasnation
Colors, creed, greed, racism, drowned in depression
Hype with a little light of appreciation
But then its all a dealing of a gimmick organization...


©sim
429 · Nov 2017
Thoughts Of Dying
Seema Nov 2017
My hands so cold
Weary and old
My hair turning grey
As they all say
My eyes getting tired
No longer admired
My body growing weak
Every other week
My pace while I walk
Has decreased like I talk
My style of cooking
Is almost as choking
Am I too old for works?
Or am I burden by mocks
Am I too hurt inside?
That the impact shows outside
Am I unhappy with my life?
That every corner spikes a knife
What is wrong with me?
Why can't I be what I used be?
Everything seems so blurry
My pills finish in a hurry
Laying on my death bed
Memories evolving out sad
The disease in me has no cure
But my love to him was pure
I'm tired, much tired of being awake
Desperately waiting for them to take
Living my torn body here
And my soul up there
A place full of joy and care
Where there's no charge nor fare
By the way I have a Monday fever
Thinking to let go off me at the river
I know I sound crazy
I am not dying yet, am just too lazy...

©sim
Another week...
429 · Aug 2017
Bubbles (Tanka #28)
Seema Aug 2017
Floating soap bubbles,
Shines and glitters in the sun.
Blown from a distance.
Each pops-up as it flies high,
Into the beautiful sky.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
426 · Feb 2018
Captured Soul
Seema Feb 2018
As darkness clouds my pure soul...
My mind starts to play many roles...
I start to hallucinate what my mind creates...
Feeling haunted while my feeling betrays...
Possessing my body, torturing my soul...
Trying every motion to reach its goal...
A terrifying experience accounts to my being...
Taking control of all and every of my sin...
Shall I not wake up to see tomorrow...
As tonight my soul is captured with sorrow...
Holding onto my prayer book, I pray to thee...
To pull me out of this darkness and make me free...
Please take my hand and show me light...
I don't want to drown in this darkness of night...


©sim
Scribbling thoughts.
426 · Sep 2017
Humming Voices
Seema Sep 2017
The speech of the great saints
From the mythical era unknown
Strangely echos in my brain
To my ears it seems known

The sound of their chants vibrate
Tickling my soul within its realm
My spirit tries to reciprocate
But my heart rejects its claim

The chakras in my body tends to communicate
Of why I hear such humming voice
The gates to my soul opens and awaits
Yet my heart is puzzled to make a choice

I'll just let it be, till the voices become clearer
It's soothing, the way the humming hymns flow
Echos from far and past swings nearer
My brain and soul consumes it slow...


©sim
426 · May 2018
Shivery Dream
Seema May 2018
As I walk my way along the path of goodness...
Shattered moments linger through the loneliness...
As I get closer to the destiny, I'm pulled back by the unknown forces...
Feeling scared as I fear for the invisible tortures...
I'm striving my way through, each time I stumble...
Trying to spit words but in vain I mumble...
Fighting my way through the nights wickedness...
Hoping when will I get out of this wilderness...
Perhaps a whisper from above will give me the strength to keep going...
My instincts leap up and positivitates my knowing...
The path is clear but as I start my walk again, the path is blurred and I stumble again...
Soon day breaks and I am left awake soaked in pain..


©sim
Spilling imagination.
425 · Nov 2017
Goons In My Dream
Seema Nov 2017
Through the forest
Into the meadows
No time to rest
Hiding from shadows

Nearing the lake
Catching on my breathe
Keeping myself awake
From the goons wreath

They swarm to places
Looting the riches
They painted their faces
Some looked like witches

I have to hide
As they have seen me
My eyes on guard
Keeping silent as I can be

I hear the horses
Nearing the lake
Wading with forces
With their takes

Night was long
And so was fear
What they did was wrong
They just give others tear

Upon twilight I reached home
Everything was devastated
They took my favorite comb
On return they stated

Written on the walls
Were the words in bold
"I am watching you from the falls"
"Your head in my hand, I hold"

Now I'm scared to step out
They set me on a trigger
I can't even shout
An escape, why can't I figure

I will use my last boon
To return to my world without scream
This should happen soon
And I will wake up from this dream...


©sim
Spilling imagination...Fictional write.
424 · Aug 2017
Failed Projects!!
Seema Aug 2017
The thorns are dead, tangled on the fence. The flowers have wilted, above my head. The nature seems tensed with unexplained guilts. What has been planned? In the womb of this earth. Growing slowly, yet unseen. The impact shows on the surface. Such a fool we've been!! Drought, quakes and many forces, unstoppable winds and storm, that **** in and gulp the ships. We listen to deaf bosses, who talk about nature as cheap. They really groan and nigh like horses, wagging their tails on money. Yet nod their head off on many, who seek to retain nature to benefit our coming future. But their hunger of money grows and they come with failed projects!! When mother nature throws her tantrums, that's when, men starts to observe and object. Hence, controlling the failures and making awareness to protect and preserve
Our greenery, our nature, our earth that we deserve...



©sim
Climate change, a big issue!
424 · Aug 2017
Coffee (Tanka #37)
Seema Aug 2017
Rustling leaves on trees,
Bulbul chirps near my window
Cool breeze greets my mood
A soothing background music,
And a cup of red coffee.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
424 · Jun 2017
Fallen At Noon
Seema Jun 2017
I may be a fallen angel
From beyond the skies
Or a broken star
Burying with silent cries

Clutching onto my wings
Bearing many hurtful scars
Deemed from my own realm
While sentenced behind bars

...The conspirators,
Used me for their deed
I was one of them
Sadly, I was only their need...

Widened sleepless eyes
Searching for my freedom
In a world full of lies
I've lost, a dream kingdom

Slowly a step ahead of time
Walks my death in plain
Looking at my shroudful body
Piercing me with more pain

...Rise to my call
O' kind souls of evil
Let this world fall
I call onto the devil...

In grief and dismay
I shall rest in peace soon
My name has been called upon
To be hanged till death, at noon!


©sim
423 · Jul 2017
Secrets Untold
Seema Jul 2017
When will these lips utter the words that are buried deep
Silently observing the set out ambience, while summoning these eyes to sleep
Words as such, that can destroy a life or a family as a whole
Torturing the secrets buried deep in the dungeon of my soul
Our love was like a blooming flower, reaching towards the sun
A strange sound, broke the silence, perhaps that, of a gun
Lay someone lifeless, with blood smeared in another room
I never thought things would take me to this drastic doom
My friend shot herself dead with a single gunshot!
Broke our friendship, broke all the promising knot
She fell madly in love with my caring and loving husband
But unfortunately she got multiple rejections, may be that led her to this end
I believe that could be a reason for being gradually insane
No one, except me, could see this undoubted pain
I buried this secret deep in the dungeon of my heart
My friend childishly took her own life to a sudden depart
An untold story yet, exists in me
My partner is the only one who could see
In my eyes, behind the closed doors, the truth unveils
Of a friends love that once mattered, went in a complete fail...


©sim
Fiction
423 · Sep 2017
A Cheater
Seema Sep 2017
A forgotten piece
Memories of his
Like honey so sweet
But became a cheat

With his charming voice
Made infinite promises
He left me with no choice
Now he regrets and misses

Another ring, another miss call
Looks like you got cheated
How does it feel to fall?
When same way you get treated

You took for granted
My love and care
Boy...you are so unwanted
Don't you even dare

What you do unto others
Others would do unto you
Karma rocks, as such my dear
I've become deaf, I cannot hear

So stop wasting my time
Fetch for another chick
It's not a vigorous crime
But make sure it's your last pick...


©sim
422 · Sep 2017
Spilling My Mind
Seema Sep 2017
This planet is made, of more liquid than land
Covered mostly in water
While blood covering a quarter
A range of land covered in sand
I close my eyes and scribble with hand
If the dry straits could actually mend
The ocean paths would follow every bend
Likewise as my thoughts are coming to an end
I am glad, am not living on a slaughtered land...


©sim
421 · Aug 2017
Running Low
Seema Aug 2017
I am running low
On everything, my mind thinks
I am probably stuck
No wonder..my heart often sinks
Will you write me a nice poem?
One that reflect on light
How about on bright colors?
Other than the darkness of night
I know you are the one I seek
Your words are healing
No matter in how many pieces I break
You never hurt my feelings
Can you make me smile?
In this odd time of the busy day
As I've forgotten that in a while
Because everyone tends to go away...

©sim
Seema Nov 2017
Count me out
This Christmas!
I will go away
Out of your sight
On a lone road far away
Right this night
So you don't have to see my face
A place where you can not trace
You are a well put up show
I did care alot, you know!
But it doesn't mean anything to you
You are a hard hearted statue
No care, no love, no feelings at all
You mean business and money
And fame, hence you not lonely
It would make no difference
For you have many people around you
I was just a stained face, that's how you knew
It's just been an hour since I left your mansion
My phone keeps ringing seemed you in tension
No, this time am not answering your call
I had enough of respect, as you made me fall
Embarrassing me with your ego and arrogance
Told me, I was over him with my innocence
I am hurt, yes I am! Thanks for this gift
For this Christmas my emotions are adrift
You may forget me soon
But I will always remember you
As I remember this moon...

©sim
Fictional write ;)
421 · Sep 2017
Then Hate, Now Love
Seema Sep 2017
Years of wait
Melted my hate
He came to meet
As my blind date
Surprised was I
To see this guy
A crush of mine
Turned me down
I recovered fine
Till that day in town
I saw, I ignored
I walked away
He saw, he came
But he couldn't say
How it happened
He explained that day
A date or a fate
I am over my hate
He's fallen for me
O' love it is, I see
In his eyes for me
My life, my love to be
Opened my locked heart
With his magical key
Love flowed within
Caressing my soul
A new life to begin
Was now, our goal...


©sim
420 · Sep 2017
ABC Love
Seema Sep 2017
Accepting
Before
Change

Denying
Each
Fault­

Get
Him
Inside

Just
Know
Love

Mus­ic
Never
Over

Perfumed
Quaikee
Roses

Spread­
To
Ultimation

Versing
With
Xaern

Your
­
Z**ab



©sim
Accepting your love as they are without any change. Denying their faults as in appearance. Get him inside, remember to just have and know love. While the forever playing music is never over. The fragrance of the perfumed quaikee(outstanding, special look)roses, spread to ultimation(to the best version). By versing and conversing with xaern(to enjoy something so much you begin to hate how much you like it) and your cute little zab(blabber or talk).
419 · Aug 2017
Vulgarious Day
Seema Aug 2017
I am born between the torn lines
Lines that tell my culture and race
Race that this worldly society has made
Made in such a way that equality has no ground
Ground where I used to play when I was young
Young to understand the basic language
Language of body and action, least of words
Words that fell in my ears were mostly ******
****** enough to creep on my tongue to use
Use like any daily words on another person
Person or people, animals all treated same
Same that is in my grade of society
Society that builds less and destroys more
More of mentality of our youngsters of today
Today, yes was another vulgarious day!


©sim
Looping style.
418 · Sep 2020
Aches
Seema Sep 2020
The stale air still carried your scent to my inner muse
To flourish the dead feelings which once bloomed into a forest
Like the silence of a midnight street where even the lights flicker
Walks my two feet with my never ending shadow
Soaked in the moonlights dew, a humble handful residue
Of my dying love...


©Seema Sen, 2020
418 · Sep 2017
Impact Of Drugs
Seema Sep 2017
The leaves fall by
Under the indigo sky
The luminance of clouds shade away
The rays of the sun that gives me way
The path fades on every step I take
I was warned to think first,
                              before making the same mistake
Now that the path is lone
Walking shattered with the shadows unknown
Heeding to the warnings, as I was unaware
My life drowned in drugs, my life a despair
In an asylum I sit to regain
The memories I've lost in pain
Yes, an addict of many drugs that can be found
Look at me, the result is leading me to be buried in the ground...


©sim
Say No to drugs! I am not an addict. Just an awareness write.
Seema Feb 2018
People
Change attitude
Blame every minute

You
Stay calm
Watch them stray

Love
Separation dictators
Poison your relationships

You stare surprised
Of what
Happened

Loneliness, betrayal succeeded
Left with
Nothing

Expectation ruined everything
Love sank
Life

©sim
HAY(NA)KU Style
3-2-1 or 1-2-3 worded
416 · Dec 2017
Understanding Tears
Seema Dec 2017
These tears, drop for a reason
They don't have any desired season
Like the monsoon it sheds
It makes no sound as it's unheard
Wets the pillows and the sheets
Dreams are sweet but reality speaks
The emotions flow when tears roll
No one beside you, no one to call
You try to block your heart, creating a wall
Fail in vain, and tears begin to fall
You take courage to subside the issues
But when you look around, you see wet tissues
Who is there to understand the weeping heart?
Which day by day stumbles and falls apart
Everyone has their own ends and starts
This crying and weeping is everyones art
I wipe these tears off my face
As I now understand my unusual case...

©sim
Fictional write.
416 · Aug 2017
Teach, Train Yourself
Seema Aug 2017
Life is interesting and far more better
If you train your mind positively
What others think, doesn't matter
As long as you oppose living negatively

See beauty around, in every creation
Feel free from within your trenching soul
Lift your heads up from every situation
You just might walk out of the dark coal

Let the burning ruths burn into their flames
You teach yourself and earn your dignity
Do not worry who plays *****, ugly games
Just watch your back, retain serenity...


©sim
Think positive!
415 · Sep 2017
Separation, A Torment
Seema Sep 2017
Whenever life brings me closer to you
Nothing matters most than watching the sunset view
As the stars appear more clearer than the moon
Your time to depart always comes too soon

The fragrance of tulip flowers,
                             rises along the paths of my heart
When you kiss me, exploring my natural ****** art

Your voice calls to me, as the day draws to an end
Another day awaits for us to love and spend

Sometimes the memory of you whispers,
                             sometimes it ******
The night keeps me awake by the thoughts,
                             of your mischievous tricks

Why separation,
becomes the outcome of every meeting this way?
This matter now torments me constantly eveyday...


©sim
415 · Apr 2019
Escape
Seema Apr 2019
A silent tic toc, is all I could here
Gasping for fresh air
I tried to move silently
In the middle of nowhere

The dried leaves crackled
As if someone was near
Stopping myself to hear again
I started trembling with fear

It was so dark to even see myself
I felt for my pocket to check my phone
My fingers all wet with blood
I could now hear a silent moan

My other hand, a complete numb
Like I could barely recall anything
I dragged myself a bit from my hide out
There, stood someone or something

With not much of energy left
I thought to stay hidden till morning break
What dangers, the night brings
It surely triggers and takes

Day Break
The chattering of birds
Came as a ringing alarm
The night has passed away
With needles stuck in my arm

Clueless of how or what happened
I tried recalling the events
The welcome party bursted
With fire engulfing the tents

A stampede suddenly broke
And some masked men started injecting
They all had needles in hand
No words ailed, just projecting

A hoax invitation, a false party
A preyed group lured in an experimental act
What was injected, is unknown
But many perished as a fact

I must have ran down to the jungle
Falling, hurting and hiding myself
The sun is well up to see
In a distance, someone admiring herself

The scene was shocking
As most leaves turned red with blood
My head still hurts bad
Like am afloat from a flood

The next hours went in abyss
As cold crept through my veins
I am alive or not
Are those,.....my remains?





©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write.
414 · Feb 2018
Lightening at Night
Seema Feb 2018
In the land of purity and bliss...
I left my soul in the purb of gist...
While busy collecting the broken pieces of my heart...
I stumbled upon this beautiful majestic art...
With sunken eyes and thoughtless motion...
I watched it bloom in the middle of the ocean...
Oh what a night to see this tremendous light...
With such radiants beeming the entire night...
Whoever catches this glimpse of tonight...
Shall forever seek to see this night after night...


©sim
...and it's a rainy night again.
414 · Aug 2017
Mystical Bird
Seema Aug 2017
Walking past a lonely rivulet
I heard someone call
Upon the swerving sceneries
It became louder near the fall

I paced up to find out
What could it possibly be?
I nearly fell for the shout
But there was no one except me

As I turned to go, I heard it again
My eyes searching desperately
For that one repeated call
And was stunned unexpectedly

A beautiful bird, so enchanting
On a branch, looking quite mystical
Chirping loudly "I need you"
I was taken back by whimsical

Clear as a human pitch noise
Each call sounded "I need you"
It was just a birds voice
I need you, I need you...


©sim
414 · Sep 2017
Smell Of Dead
Seema Sep 2017
The spills of red
The smell of dead
Faces turned sad
The scene was bad

A tragic glimpse of war
Bullets rained to pour
Lives just vanished
Many hearts got tore

Here on this ground
My mother gave me life
Now looking around
Bodies slaughtered by knife

Tears of sorrow, clipped my mind
Shattered, my own, I can't find
Wreckage of all kind
Just blooded bodies lined

I've never seen a massive ****
So much of tears and blood spill
The ground has soaked in as its meal
My conscious dead, I have no feel

I am already sick, seeing this sight
A revenge of one, took on a plight
An uninvited surprised fight
When all were asleep at night

I think I'll just stop and gaze
Till my eyes close in the blaze
A set fire to burn the maze
I walked in, when the flames raised...**


©sim
Fictional
414 · Feb 2018
Her Place (Tanka #58)
Seema Feb 2018
The blood stains dried up.
Looking like dubbed marbles
Dark like maroonish,
in color. That's where she lived.
Amongst the clean polished floors.


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
414 · Jan 2018
My Faith
Seema Jan 2018
My faith in you has doubled O' Lord,
Your grace has lifted me to voice my word,
To pour my feelings and write my thoughts,
Positive or negative emotions I've fought,
Thanks to those who have motivated me,
Pushed me to the limits to open up and see,
The value of unspoken words that one can feel,
For this life is none other than like a running wheel,
Traveling on bumpy, rough, dusty and smooth roads,
Carrying on its back the daily heavy lifes load,
The observations around has given me inspiration,
That it keeps me going like am writing the poem revelation,
My poems, is influenced through real happenings around,
Some are based on dream, imaginary, factual profound,
Most of all I feel great writing and exploring this talent,
Which was buried in me and stayed pretty silent,
Once again, thank you to all my HelloPoetry friends,
Will continue to write until the words in my head ends...

©sim
Spilling thoughts.
414 · Aug 2018
Shattered
Seema Aug 2018
Excuses after excuses,
Why can't you stop your accuses...
You made my mind confused...
And then, you blamed me and refused...
I wonder if you considered the outcome...
For every doubt you had, you spoke of your income...
I know bad days and stressful challenges have wrapped me tight...
But with gods help, I always lift myself and fight...
If you thought, I would beg you to stay...
Forget it, I have found my own way...
It's not easy to bypass the memories you gave...
For the shattered dreams that's gone in the graves...



©sim
Spilling thoughts.
413 · Nov 2017
Buried With A Beating Heart
Seema Nov 2017
Forever more
That's what you said
My heart you tore
You didn't mention that
Aches of pain in my chest
You let me bleed to a foreign death
Classed me up like no other
In despair you also killed my brother
A lie or a mental case
Before I could mend
You smashed my face
Left me in a corner to the end
Pools of blood all around
Bleeding to death on the ground
You stood looking unrecognized
The tools you cleaned and organized
I gasped with my torn face
Death crawling at a fast pace
The feel of heat on my body
Unable to see or call somebody
Lighting up fire and burning my flash
You laughed and cried, a bucket of splash
Fused off the fire, almost dead
Heart still beating, you seemed scared
I was still alive when you buried me
My love, my life...O' what you made me see
My own tortuous death by your hand
Which once I held with love till the end
Now, all buried with a beating heart
What have you done, what is this art?
What was your motive, you should have talked
I was your love, but my life you clocked
Within seconds my beats stopped
You dug up the grave, my head you chopped
All satisfied, you set on my grave
Weeping loud, cursing and crying
I was not brave
I was not even trying
My love for you was pure
Death as medicine, came upon as a cure...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fictional write
413 · Oct 2017
Show Off Dude
Seema Oct 2017
Six pack dude
Behavior so rude
He thinks he's good
Changing his mood
Wearing a red hood
With a Mexican boot
Cunning are his ways
Everyone says
A show off punk
But women say he's a hunk
What difference does it make
The six pack looks fake
Shirtless parading in the main
Suddenly comes the rain
Washes away his body makeup
Revealing his true being
Ladies giving ugly look
In embarrassment he shook
Laughters all around
He sat himself on the ground
So much for a show off hunk
His looks turned to a junk
Walked away in the heavy rain
Somehow I felt his pain...


©sim
Spilling imagination. Fun write :)
413 · Aug 2017
Spotted Doves (Tanka #25)
Seema Aug 2017
Two grey spotted doves,
Pick on the sprinkled rice grains.
Splash and drink water,
Cool off on the water spurts.
Wild doves fly in everyday.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
413 · Dec 2018
Nature - Haiku
Seema Dec 2018
Love me like other
Under the dimming shy sky
Life be born again


©sim
Haiku
5-7-5 syllables
412 · Aug 2017
Ark, Will There Be?
Seema Aug 2017
When all the lights will die
From this planetary universe
Of course you'll wonder, why?
This darkness can't go inverse
Isn't the above lines wrong?
Imbalance of light and dark
Would bring chaos for long
Destructions will leave its mark
Wondering...
Will there be another 'Noahs' ark?
This time or next...

©sim
411 · Aug 2017
Ego Vs. Love
Seema Aug 2017
The stars shine bright
Creating a mirage on the lake
It's a pretty cool night
But my emotions are fake

I see the moon crescent
In the sublime ocean above
Yet thoughts rush to present
Defiling my own love

My ego won't give a way
To reply to his mail
My lips won't utter or say
So everytime I fail

The paths are lonely
As I walk by our favorite spot
He was my one and only
I was stupid, was I not?

An apology I will heartedly give
With promises to soulfully keep
Let off the ego and happily live
As my love for him is very deep...


©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Fictional.
411 · Jun 2020
Color And Race
Seema Jun 2020
The vengeance of morrow clouds
Move in ugly hounds
Provoking the unspoken to reach,
With guns and machetes handed to each
No mercy to the grounds that soak
The innocent blood of the vulnerable bloke
Help no other, of why should one
A hit shot dead, from a firing gun
Unarmed, visibility proof shown
Then why, was he deliberately disowned
Skin deep colors, reflect those eyes
When questioned, they ***** all lies
The growing crisis, has built cratic
Racism trolls, what remains static?
Absurd riots, counting the days
Shame no shame on the current slays
The one almighty, patiently watching all
One by one, the countries will fall...



©Seema Sen, 2020
It's very sad to read the current US news.
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