Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Will You? ( a poem )


Can I tell you how much I love you,will you then make fun of me,
Will you stay inspite of that,will you let me be.
           Is my love forbidden,can I get your's too,
           isn't that how it should be,can I talk you into.
Do you think of me,will you let me into your mind,
do you feel the same,before confessing I did think twice.
           But thinking won't change my mind,do you think I have control,
           if I had a choice I'd bury my feelings in a hundred feet hole.
What can I do to let you know that I feel for you deep,
it hurts,hurts so bad that I can't sleep.
            How can you be so oblivious to my situation,because of you I'm dying,
            how can it escape you,don't you sense me suffering.
You're in my mind,you're in my heart,
you're always there,always,you never depart.
            You don't leave me,and you don't let me be,
             you have me at your disposal,but you can't see.
Wake up,wake up,come on,wake up to my love,
see,open,look,I'm here,see how I'm love struck.
             I can't leave,you don't let me,
             I can't cry out aloud,I'm scared you'll hear me.
If you hear my heart,I know you'll go,
that's how you function,we both know.
             But I have to stop,I can't go on,
             stop thinking of you,before my sanity's gone.
Get out I say,get out,if you can't see my feelings,
but on your way out,you can take my soul,my entire being.
             Take it,all your's,to throw or to keep,
             take my soul,my ego,my all,but never leave.
You never have to know,how I feel for you,
I'll never show,just so that I can be with you.
              You'll never know,like always,
              all will be,like it's been always.
You oblivious,me hurting,
you without a care,me smiling but inside my blood's spurting.
               You don't have to know,you'll never know,
               I'll love you always,deep and intense,but will never show.
So,this is going to be our story (sigh),so much pathos,
wonder how it'll end,maybe you'll wake up to your loss.
               Maybe,somehow,magically,you'll come to know,
               or maybe never,I'll stay but will never show.
Will never show,will never leave,
you can have me,take all you can keep.
               I'm broken,I'm helpless,Will you stay then,will you let me be?
               I'm hopelessly chained,bind,Will you be mine and set me free?
Will you? Will you?
             -Seema Tabassum(me)

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* I saw the movie "Something Borrowed" the other day.The movie is about forbidden love (not sure if this term is apt for the story though),complexities in relationships,I liked the yearning of the lead characters for their love,I felt for them pretty strongly and the above poem followed,again not sure if this is a poem,or just lines that rhyme.Have you been in love with somebody you were not supposed to? Have you loved somebody but couldn't let them know for fear of losing them and was it too late when you finally gathered the courage to confess? Have you ever been guilty of loving someone you could never have?
Forbidden love,painful or sweet?

Thursday, November 13, 2014

No Scope For Hope? ( a poem )

Everyday i see in the same places,
i see some often, but mostly unfamiliar faces.
I look around and see we go about many things wrong,
many things upon which the world might frown.
We are strange in our ways,
also in a bit of a daze.
There's a vast difference in our sensibilities,
another problem is our inflexibility.
We have trouble adapting,
to the global school of thought that is ever evolving.
We bother about other's opinions when we do things good,
but when we are causing inconvenience to others we care a hoot.
I'm very much positive,
that we are always going to be insensitive.
Insensitive in many ways,
and this is a never ending phase.
I thought we had wisdom deep and sound,
but I feel like I am on unfamiliar ground.
Here I feel like an alien who doesn't belong,
I feel disconnected at a level deep down.
We think we are improving,that's what we say,
but i see no scope for hope anywhere.
So when i have absolutely no faith in us,
that sadly kind of ends the buzz.
          -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*I'm sorry,i had to write this but it's just my opinion and we may disagree,feel free to comment.This is regarding my fellow countrymen.


              

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Running But Getting Nowhere. ( a poem )



Barely catching up,meeting deadlines,never living,
thought mine was the life but it's not as fufilling.
Have no time to ponder,to take things in,
have lost the gift of being amazed,have no peace within.
             Have no time to reason,
             none to solve the enigma that is life.
             Have no realisation of the oncoming of seasons,
             just taking everything in my stride.
Have no time to relish the fruit of my labour,
no time to extend any favour.
Have no time to watch the sunset,
no time to let the mind,body and soul reset.
             With nobody can i share thoughts profound,
             have none with whom on an intellectual level i can bond.
             No time to reflect my thoughts,
             i'm just sleepwalking through life of sorts.
Oh how i'd love to lay on the grass,look at the sky and just stare,*
feels like i'm running and running but getting nowhere.
I feel like a hamster in it's cage,
but this has to stop,so i take a pledge.
            I pledge to myself that i'll start to time manage,
            a little better and tomorrow's a new page.
            WILL WRITE WELL,WILL LIVE WELL. InshaAllah.
                            -Seema Tabassum(me)

* look at the sky and stare,But ofcourse with my mouth open :)
and yes,one can say this is more of a rant than a poem,an outburst. :)

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