.....LIVE ......
Someday I fly to high, now
Where is my wings.
I don't know
Why I can't fly away
From my loneliness
In this crucial midnight.
I don't know
Why did I suffer from
the man who caused me my peace,
they are now
unwanted guests in my palm.
I don't know
Savages of my heart now
Like the half burning desert.
I don't know
Where my heart ruins
down to the ground,
stare at the dusty trees and
dusty mountain ranges,
where one can stare
with dust and dusty branches.
I don't know
Am I filled with my emptiness or
half tears or the fear
of losing my loved one ?
I don't know.......... Still
I don't know........ Why?
#sima
#review
Someday I fly to high, now
Where is my wings.
I don't know
Why I can't fly away
From my loneliness
In this crucial midnight.
I don't know
Why did I suffer from
the man who caused me my peace,
they are now
unwanted guests in my palm.
I don't know
Savages of my heart now
Like the half burning desert.
I don't know
Where my heart ruins
down to the ground,
stare at the dusty trees and
dusty mountain ranges,
where one can stare
with dust and dusty branches.
I don't know
Am I filled with my emptiness or
half tears or the fear
of losing my loved one ?
I don't know.......... Still
I don't know........ Why?
#sima
#review
I am making an illusion
against myself.
It is regrettable
in this talk of ours,
but it is even better
in this mystical form.
Once a heart has not
stopped my heart.
some have given up and
some have had a hope about myself.
It is from my inner self
that the question remains, too,
with the waiting for the answer.
The fear has not been
there since time,
but it is fear itself,
right to life.
They teach the art
of attempting to fly,
their own kinsfolk,
then they leaped to
a few distances or
even the shame of the society.
It is good that
I am at mask,
connected with,
mysterious circumstances.
#sima
#review
against myself.
It is regrettable
in this talk of ours,
but it is even better
in this mystical form.
Once a heart has not
stopped my heart.
some have given up and
some have had a hope about myself.
It is from my inner self
that the question remains, too,
with the waiting for the answer.
The fear has not been
there since time,
but it is fear itself,
right to life.
They teach the art
of attempting to fly,
their own kinsfolk,
then they leaped to
a few distances or
even the shame of the society.
It is good that
I am at mask,
connected with,
mysterious circumstances.
#sima
#review
...... STALLED STEP........
The touch of dry sand waves
vibrate at my feet.
Should I stop my feet?
While I want to go,
Far that broken light house.
Would I be able to see my feet infuse
in this hot sandy beach?
This is the flame of sand
that is hurting me.
I want to go closer to the light house where there are my floors
that are calling me closer
to you from far.
This pain is nothing
that is pointing to me
from a distance.
#sima
#review
#illusion
The touch of dry sand waves
vibrate at my feet.
Should I stop my feet?
While I want to go,
Far that broken light house.
Would I be able to see my feet infuse
in this hot sandy beach?
This is the flame of sand
that is hurting me.
I want to go closer to the light house where there are my floors
that are calling me closer
to you from far.
This pain is nothing
that is pointing to me
from a distance.
#sima
#review
#illusion
A WILLED BURNING CANDLE .
Written by,
Sima Majhi
I'm a burning candle,
Which is ending,
Still, why is it hoping to burn for a little longer?
How good if I would be burn myself a little more and give myself a little more pain.
Why I can't do this?
Why I suffered from the past, yet
But still I have stand here like a
Old banyan tree.
I want to escape me from myself?
I want to burn not like a burning candle.
I want to gaze, Like a shooting star.
It's really weird until now,
when your absence freaks my tight, memories burn like candle,
pain remains like ashes,
and still love remains same.
Whenever I feel the fragrance of reality
I convinced myself
Now your absence is peace,
Now your absence is reassurance, and
Your absence is good feeling.
#sima
#review
#everyone
Written by,
Sima Majhi
I'm a burning candle,
Which is ending,
Still, why is it hoping to burn for a little longer?
How good if I would be burn myself a little more and give myself a little more pain.
Why I can't do this?
Why I suffered from the past, yet
But still I have stand here like a
Old banyan tree.
I want to escape me from myself?
I want to burn not like a burning candle.
I want to gaze, Like a shooting star.
It's really weird until now,
when your absence freaks my tight, memories burn like candle,
pain remains like ashes,
and still love remains same.
Whenever I feel the fragrance of reality
I convinced myself
Now your absence is peace,
Now your absence is reassurance, and
Your absence is good feeling.
#sima
#review
#everyone
Broken dream.
What happens if the dream is broken?
Maybe it is severed to see the veracity.
Perhaps it was a twisted bird that came back in the crowd of the evening.
Like the death penalty is a born that is dead again.
It was a black cloud which hid after the rains.
As the peacock became gloomy after the rain.
#sima
#review
What happens if the dream is broken?
Maybe it is severed to see the veracity.
Perhaps it was a twisted bird that came back in the crowd of the evening.
Like the death penalty is a born that is dead again.
It was a black cloud which hid after the rains.
As the peacock became gloomy after the rain.
#sima
#review
Magical pain
It was magic when I first met you.
Your smile had a enchanted pain.
Color is very beautiful just like
Hazel touch an unexplained miracle.
When I see his Eye's
Is a pearl in ocean
Stole my heart,
His Eye's made me glow!
Interpreted a beautiful
Hope to me that,
I began dreaming to dwell
In them forever!
Are so intense that
I don't get to lie that,
I don't love him.
Yes I did this,
Unknowingly I do it.
But when this magic over,
It's turned into magical pain.
I saw a pebble flowing,
Through the silver river of tears,
Hopelessly, searching for its bank.
Have there own persona,
The one that reflects the soul,
And the hidden dark mysteries.
#sima
#review
It was magic when I first met you.
Your smile had a enchanted pain.
Color is very beautiful just like
Hazel touch an unexplained miracle.
When I see his Eye's
Is a pearl in ocean
Stole my heart,
His Eye's made me glow!
Interpreted a beautiful
Hope to me that,
I began dreaming to dwell
In them forever!
Are so intense that
I don't get to lie that,
I don't love him.
Yes I did this,
Unknowingly I do it.
But when this magic over,
It's turned into magical pain.
I saw a pebble flowing,
Through the silver river of tears,
Hopelessly, searching for its bank.
Have there own persona,
The one that reflects the soul,
And the hidden dark mysteries.
#sima
#review
FLOWER
I whispers in the ear of a flower
Are you hearing me?
Oh pretty flower!
Can you send a message to him?
With your fragrance in air.
Can you tell him how much I miss him?
I didn't find myself.
I think he took my soul with himself.
Oh pretty flower!
Can you please tell him?
I can't escape from myself from reality,
"Let's make our own world,
One which won't crumble,
Where we can always cuddle".
Oh pretty flower!
Can you Please tell him?
"He is emblem of elegance
Epitome of bleeding words
Like last breath of my glance".
Oh pretty flower!
say him with a gesture
Like gifting flowers!
He is symbolize my happiness, prosperity and romance.
Oh pretty flower!
Please tell to him that
The way he held my hand
Like a soft petals
That he changed my
Perspective towards life.
#sima
#review
#Everyone
#poetry
I whispers in the ear of a flower
Are you hearing me?
Oh pretty flower!
Can you send a message to him?
With your fragrance in air.
Can you tell him how much I miss him?
I didn't find myself.
I think he took my soul with himself.
Oh pretty flower!
Can you please tell him?
I can't escape from myself from reality,
"Let's make our own world,
One which won't crumble,
Where we can always cuddle".
Oh pretty flower!
Can you Please tell him?
"He is emblem of elegance
Epitome of bleeding words
Like last breath of my glance".
Oh pretty flower!
say him with a gesture
Like gifting flowers!
He is symbolize my happiness, prosperity and romance.
Oh pretty flower!
Please tell to him that
The way he held my hand
Like a soft petals
That he changed my
Perspective towards life.
#sima
#review
#Everyone
#poetry
SUMMER'S SUN AND THE MEMORY'S
Below the densest clouds
My old memories
Waiting outside in the
Hot afternoon sun
For the white night.
Sweat all over me
The body trembles
By a touch of
The heat of summer sun.
Summer is real like a dream
So astonishing near
Having cool winds
Gently envelopes the memory's
Of having you beside me.
Missing those day's
Are the hardest
Bringing back all the memories.
I love summer,
I love it's cold, breezy weather
Sometimes cloud covering sun.
The bright colours added more
Flavour than before.
Playing on sand
Building home
Before the wave crash in.
Sleeping in grass.
Swimming on the beach
Beaches Shinning with golden sand
Like to stride on sea shore
and I fell in love.
Suffering on identify and
Using such great chance to hold you
The beautiful blue ocean
With the heat of summer sun.
#poetry
#summer
#review
#Everyone
#sima
Below the densest clouds
My old memories
Waiting outside in the
Hot afternoon sun
For the white night.
Sweat all over me
The body trembles
By a touch of
The heat of summer sun.
Summer is real like a dream
So astonishing near
Having cool winds
Gently envelopes the memory's
Of having you beside me.
Missing those day's
Are the hardest
Bringing back all the memories.
I love summer,
I love it's cold, breezy weather
Sometimes cloud covering sun.
The bright colours added more
Flavour than before.
Playing on sand
Building home
Before the wave crash in.
Sleeping in grass.
Swimming on the beach
Beaches Shinning with golden sand
Like to stride on sea shore
and I fell in love.
Suffering on identify and
Using such great chance to hold you
The beautiful blue ocean
With the heat of summer sun.
#poetry
#summer
#review
#Everyone
#sima