Tuesday, December 29, 2015

A Reflection,Confession

I bled on these pages and no one cared
I grew distant from people who were always there
I'm giving up this pursuit this running
I'm losing in all of this precious something

i started with these thoughts,hoping to make a poem but a poem will be a poem and no one will understand if i'm simply writing or really mean,so i stopped.
There was a time before all of this i breathed and lived,like really lived in the moment,not trying to act as if i'm living that minute while my mind is occupied with something else,usually about poetry.

I just realised when my son said something,my hubby and he are on a trip,again without me,i asked my son if he missed me and he replied,"No,Mum,you're never really there" and that hit me hard,i had some time to reflect on what i'm doing and why and where is this taking me,i have only one answer....AWAY....away from family,from my life,my all, that i over the years built so meticulously....my son used to give me cards as trophies implying that i'm his hero and Mother Teresa but now he doesn't really think about me much or highly...i can see the distances growing,my hubby... i have no words when i think of him,i'm running after people who don't care if i exist or not and forgetting someone who's been through hell and more for me,who fought for me,who never gave up on me,who made me his sun and shines when i smile,and if i look at him will blush like a teenager....i was never ambitious,i was content being a wife,his wife,i only wanted to be his wife and nothing else,i was content being a mother,that was my ambition,being a mother,a good mother,now i don't know how my son who had me on a pedestal thinks no big deal of me,it started with poetry,i always had a superiority complex,still do,still think nobody can work like me or is organised like me,but writing no,there are great poets here,who write beyond beautiful and are in hundreds and i'm lost,sometimes i have to look some words up,so it just hit me,that i am really nothing,wasting my time,i thought my blog will be fabulous but it is lost in the crowd here,there are people here with ten thousand followers and a thousand likes on one post while i ...i'm like the scum of the pond, i feel that way,there are people who are really kind to me and read and leave sweet words but i know that they are only being kind,i wanted to be someone people will wake up to and check first,to see what next,i do that,check so many here,i wanted to be someone's light,i thought i wrote great but now i know reality,i can never be what i thought i could be because then i was a frog in a well,happy thinking that is all,but the world is different,there are tons of talented people and i'm just wasting my time here,
if we have to go anywhere my hubby asks me if i can make time,that has become me,i don't know how or when but i've become that,selfish,engrossed in my own world,neglecting my life support thinking i'll do without and now it's killing me to see,my lifelines adjusting,surviving and thriving through my absence and i'm still stuck wondering if i missed a post or a mention,losing sanity over nothing that makes a difference to anybody,getting lost in virtual while life is passing me by,i've had time to think about what i'm doing,i'm getting lost in the ink of others,i should be less involved,i'm probing people's lives,getting to know the fragrance and the dirt and that is impacting my life,in the now,i have no life i can boast about.
Abbu(son) and me used to go shopping every weekend,buy groceries and books,home accessories,something,anything,that was our bonding,we'd discuss what looks nice or is a good read or how it was rubbish,then eat a snack,eat desserts....Taher(hubby) though always busy we'd squeeze in family time,now there's still family time only i am missing....i wonder how and what prompted me to start a blog,i wanted everyone to read my poetry,i thought only few people write poems,i was naive,now it's like the whole world writes poetry and i'm nothing special,infact i'm not even good...i've lost,i gave in to the devil,feeding my ego,i wanted to prove something to the world and i've proved that i'm a fool to think i'll make a difference or matter or people will look out for me,here even friends who call me family don't care,facebook no one even bothers to read anymore because i cannot make time to interact with them and those are my childhood friends,nobody cares to share,i wonder what kind of friends are they,they share mundane jokes and stale quotes but not my writes,none,sigh....for some strange reason i feel betrayed,not justified i know but i have to let this out lest it kills me,i was wandering this past year doing God knows what i recall only running...i have friends here on Google who've been here only one year and i have been here for 18 months now,and they have achieved far more than me,it's crazy,i never compare myself with anybody but this does show something if i cannot see it'll be ignorant and delusional of me...i see rather clearly,.....now i need to make changes,i am going to,how and what i know not,for now this will be my last post this year,will take time to reflect on my life,ofcourse things will change,you'll see less of me maybe,i don't know,i'll try to figure out how to manage time,while my babies were away i did realise how stupid i was to run behind a phantom and forget my moon,stars and rainbows...this phantom that is you i will get inspired by and write my poems so i'm not complaining,i'm stepping back some and will see how it helps my life,needed to write this,get it off my chest,need to breathe,exhale,release and live...if you are like me i hope you realise priority soon and not get carried away,basically i'm giving up,giving up running behind a shadow,craving for attention or fame(i know a big word)...i'm giving it all up...
Wishing you all a a very Happy New Year,hope i still have a place to go back to after all,and no place like home,hope to see you soon and well,please take care,God bless.
See You in the next year.Take Care.Babye.

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Drifting Contemplations: Your Eyes (micropoetry)

















©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Picture courtesy : pixabay.com

Monday, December 21, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,December 20th 2015...my perspective (a poem)


It is the time of the year to give gifts,make resolutions,be thankful.
Today's quote is 

"The most important gifts you can give are your love,time and attention.Slow down,take time to smile and enjoy loved ones...life goes by way too fast"
-Carla White

Time Is The Best Gift

Time the most precious gift
one can ever give
when you give time
you give part of your life
so when you want to show you care
for your loved ones some minutes you spare
get out go out there
put time on a platter for them be there
reach out and show
how you love them forevermore
time gone never returns
take this time to show your cherished ones
how your days are bright because of their presence
show all who matter family and friends
trust me time and words will suffice
don't deny your special ones smiles
go blatant go loud
go out and shout
profess your love from mountaintops
scream your lungs out
make them feel special
give them words and time make it essential
give it freely
to the ones you love deeply
no better gift than time there is
trust me give time and give them and yourself some moments of bliss
some moments to cherish
will last even long after you perish
give time give part of your life
make time live sublime
spread smiles
make your life worthwhile

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Albatross (a poem)


My steps 
were light
effervescent 
was my heart

You punched 
a hole
all the bubbles 
were let out

Now they 
all ask 
why I get 
tired so easily

It's my heart
it's a burden now
it's gotten too 
heavy to carry

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

picture courtesy : pixabay.com

Friday, December 11, 2015

Luminary (a poem)


Now where was I 
that I realised not
it was night  and full moon
lost in your thoughts was I
maybe yes or how could I
miss so much
miss did I
missed you yes
and missed much I guess
missed what you ask
missed what I wonder
if I knew exactly what I miss
and what hurts I'd fix it
fix what you ask
fix what I wonder
the hole in the heart I guess
the hole in my heart
or the whole heart
which you ask
which I wonder
which and what and why
all questions no replies
just floating away
into oblivion is how I feel
was I alive I'll wonder when I die
if loving you every minute
day after day is being alive
then I've lived and HOW
if live did I why do I feel so numb
numb is it or dead is it
if dead and numb it is
then why does it hurt
if hurt it is then alive am I
if alive am I then what did I do
except just getting lost in thoughts of you
just lost
wonder if you'll find

luminary you
when I'm lost in thoughts of you
like the waters reflecting the moonlight
I shine sublime

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

You can now look me up on Facebook,if you are willing to,if you like my poem kindly share it.My facebook page is www.facebook.com/tab1525lifeshues
picture courtesy : pixabay.com

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Release (a poem)


He asked 
why I 
write
I wondered 
if he didn't 
know still

I said
I write 
because
I need 
release
I cannot
contain 
this love
I have to
let it flow
I have to
let it spill

for if
such
immense 
love
stays
i know
it will

strangulate
my heart
it will
poison me
it will kill

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

picture courtesy:pixabay.com


Friday, November 27, 2015

My Obsession (a poem)



The object of my obsession
my heart's ultimate destination
my source of inspiration
my idea of self-destruction
is not even a vision
a mere illusion
that causes brain stimulation
a very serious condition
because of hyper imagination
while also evoking sensation
infact a massive explosion
capable of bringing down a nation
with the sheer desperation
and a mountain of determination
to touch the root cause of my fascination
only to burst like a bubble.....
Oh the aspiration
  -Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

picture courtesy: pixabay.com

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Early Text (a poem)



Dedicated to my friend,Karen Balm

Early morning read your text
this b'day is unlike the rest
anxiously I don't have to wait
to see if I got the message
this morning won't be needing sugar in my tea
because I had your message waiting for me
it's good not having to wait for a change
my joy today I cannot contain
thank you for your early text
a great start to this day   now I can enjoy the rest
otherwise you'd be at the back of my mind
now I can really unwind
not that having you at the back of my mind is a bad thing
but atleast I won't be anxious everytime my phone rings
I'm going to be elated all day
from the phone now I can stay away
there could be no better gift
my day is great   your early text did the trick
  -Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

picture courtesy:pixabay.com

This poem was written about four years ago when my friend Karen Balm,texted me a birthday wish early in the day,i always looked forward to her texts on my b'day and i would anxiously wait for her call or text sometimes all day,hoping she'd call soon.But one particular year she texted early and made my day and this poem followed.Incidentally this year too I received an early text.Thanks Karen. (*_*)

Friday, November 13, 2015

Divided (a poem)


If every moment of your life
becomes a memory that kills
some bring smiles and warmth
while some bring chills

If every minute you lived
becomes your story
some haunt you like nightmares
some become the sources of your glee

If every person you met
stays with you like God sent
for some you've been rigid
for some you've bent

If every place you've been to
becomes home to you
some less treasured
while some forever stay with you

If you are divided into pieces
and scattered are those all
how will you find the strength to live
and the will to go on

Where will you find solace
if you're broken down into pieces and kind
how will future find you
if everything you've loved is behind

if you keep going back in time

  -Seema Tabassum(me)

picture courtesy: pixabay.com

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Monday, November 2, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,November 1st 2015...my perspective (a poem)


I would alter nothing of the journey made,for it is in this road travelled that the sweetest of lessons are learnt.
-Truth Devour,Wantin

Live Undaunted & Without Regrets

Never regret cause when you regret
you insult the steps you take
the choices you made
which might have just been great
just that in the chronology of life
end up looking like mistakes they might
but better throwing caution to the wind
than wondering what might have been
so better be disappointed than live wondering
never regret and live undaunted
don't let your past mistakes haunt
what is gone
cannot be undone
erase it and move on
with everyday a new sun
don't let anything or anyone
bog you down
stand your own ground
take a stand don't look around
for anybody's support or strength
stand your own and you will in time gain
all the strength you needed to
live undaunted and let nothing stop you
you can get what you seek
if you don't fall weak
don't let anyone tell you otherwise
just listen to your heart which knows the price
that you pay to do what you like
look bad you might
may also leave you alone this world
if you don't follow the rules they hurl
but you live undaunted
independent unperturbed
live for the future so no regrets
keep moving till where you need to get
after all the world is going to anyways criticise
so might as well leave them to scrutinise
you go on go ahead
live undaunted make no mistakes
the one you made own up to them
but never regret those are all gems
that adorn this journey that is life
will shine bright and show you the light
that will forever guide
so live undaunted and without regrets
give this life your best

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved



Friday, October 30, 2015

Autumn Left (a poem)



Memories gathered
by sensuous lips
whispering sweet lullabies

A continuous tide of
times gone by
captured inside her eyes

Unlike autumn leaves
memories invincible
in vain she tries

her whispers unheard
thick fog of distance hinders
in silence she cries

©Seema Tabassum 2015 |  ©inkstitution 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com | ©inkinthewell.wordpress.com

All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

picture courtesy:pixabay.com


A prompt is a line or lines,a word,a picture that is used by a poet as inspiration to write,like an exercise,here the first two stanzas were the prompt from my friend whose poems you can read on http://inkinthewell.wordpress.com and the two stanzas after those are mine,together these make a collaborative poem

Monday, October 26, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,October 25th 2015...my perspective (a poem)


"I don't have anything to prove to anybody,which is a lovely place to be"
-Edward Norton

You Need Not

Mute those voices
pay no heed
trust yourself
live free
don't crave acceptance
others' minds not your territory
don't let them affect you
when none agrees
break these shackles
don't make your vulnerability
your Achilles' heel
-Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,October 18th 2015...my perspective (a poem)


"The purpose of life is not to be happy.It is to be useful,to be honourable,to be compassionate,to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Make A Difference

Bring light to someone's life
bring colours to their day
bring tears of joy to someone's eyes
bring smiles to their face
bring love to someone's heart
bring peace to someone's soul
bring a flood of positivity on your part
and depth of wisdom galore
with your special touch
make a substantial difference live as such
start with a kind word   yes just that much
shine bright   illuminate everything that you touch
- Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights deserved

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Drifting Contemplations: Something Silly (poor you)



























Picture courtesy: pixabay.com

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Something Silly is well,silly,has nothing to do with anything with my life...at all.Just for laughs.Hope you find it as amusing at I do.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Drifting Contemplations: Distant (micropoetry)



Picture courtesy : pixabay.com

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Monday, October 12, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,October 11th 2015...my perspective


How sad and bad and mad it was but then how it was sweet
-Robert Browning
Don't we always look back at the past and say 'those were good days' even if we had some turbulent times...teaches us something...that even if are unhappy now or going through tough days,in the near future we are going to look back at this time and laugh or joke or just smile thinking...maybe even associate some great memories,memories that we'll cherish forever...somedays all the turbulence all the pain of the past seems so reasonable somehow...maybe because now we can see how that bad phase led to one thing after another and formed a chain of events that eventually led us to this happy place we are in now...what i want to say is,if you are happy now,enjoy,if you are not just know this phase will pass and wonder about how you'll be reminiscing these days fondly...maybe you'll even miss these days,who knows...have faith.

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Friday, October 9, 2015

Drifting Contemplations: Autumn (haiku)




My first attempt at 'Haiku',it is a form of poetry originally from Japan,for more details please look it up,if you're interested that is.

Picture courtesy:pixabay.com

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Autumn (a poem by Abbu)







This is actually a song Abbu(my eight year old boy) wrote and composed,here it is in his handwriting,I've helped him with the words only in one place where I asked him to add 'without you' towards the end and the artwork too is Abbu's.He also has taught himself to strum a guitar(toy) to play the exact tune in which he sings,I find that awesome,I'll upload a video someday,hopefully.
I showed him a beautiful poem by a friend of mine,Stormy Seas and he came up with this,hopefully you'll like..thank you.

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Monday, October 5, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,October 4th 2015...my perspective


"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming"
-Pablo Neruda

This can be applied to love too,one can place a hundred hurdles but one can never stop anybody from loving....love knows no hurdles,no boundaries,no limits,cannot differentiate right from wrong,love truly absolutely blind,just knows to fall,sometimes for a hundred reasons sometimes none,sometimes beauty attracts,sometimes we find beauty in the ugliness,sometimes we change our own rules to pave love,sometimes make new rules to cope with the flood love is,sometimes run after someone blindfolded,trusting completely,sometimes do the impossible,unimaginable,unthinkable,incapable,so yes love unstoppable....I dare you to stop those feelings you have for anybody,is it in your hands to do so....can you shut your feelings off or switch them on willingly....I think not...I am not telling you to flow with the feelings,all I am saying is we have no control when it comes to love...love is well, a big hole in the heart....bigger than the world and there are all kinds of love for all kinds of people in that hole...love beautiful   yet painful  yet gives joy  yet makes you cry   yet you breathe   yet you suffocate....I don't think there is anything as complex and confusing as love is or anything that evokes as many emotions or storms in the heart as love does...do you?

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All contents and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Monday, September 28, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,September 27th 2015...my perspective


"I'm on the hunt for who I've not yet become" -Sara Bareilles

Life ....when I think i only wonder...why...too many questions on my mind...too many people left behind....too many emotions unsettled....too many puzzles unsolved...too many links not connected...chronology makes no sense....past haunts...future beckons,pulls but i lack behind weighed down by my past...the places...the people...the soul connections...the lost ones...the ones who i know exist but can't reach out,too much at stake to let go and go back in time grab the hands of all i lost pull them back into now...journey?? a never ending journey but need no journey my heart...journey but stationary?? makes no sense...move on i did not still the kid who's stuck who cannot recall the most important but mind filled with the mundane...but mundane if it is why do i remember so well.....voices a hundred evoke emptiness bog me down can't move on...every minute spent registered...hard living every minute conscious of every minute past....remember the faces...no more the faces but still there....leave a piece behind everyone...take a piece of mine everyone....scattered everywhere i am...spread everywhere my heart is...much like my emotions...unsettled...unsettled is the word...not yet...not in the mind....i'd give up the world to go back and stay there forever stuck in a time or times...yes times i want to be stuck in...not one but one too many times...holding hands...hands ...important holding hands....but one too many hands...how do i live divided like this i wonder...amongst people...amongst times...amongst places...only me i think.....how do i carry so much i wonder but i hate that i do...hate that i am strong enough...to maintain a fragment maybe but maintain sanity with all that goes on in me...life a journey ...moving on but leaving behind something that pulls me right back...stationary my journey...me i know too well but who is me i know not...the one who cries...or the one who laughs...the one who's lost or the one who guides...the one who's soul so weak and scattered that gathering it takes ages....or the one who's organised...everything collected and in place...who's ignorant or who knows it all...oblivious or aware...where is me...who is me...my journey leads to where...i am looking for me....my journey to me...stationary me but getting there...to me...am i? lost am i or found am i? who am i? i wonder always...see no answers...just a pile of unanswered questions....never ending but always adding up these questions...biggest hindrance to me getting to me ...my life a series of questions...i hunt for answers only then will i find me...this journey till then stationary

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Friday, September 25, 2015

Left Behind (a poem)




picture courtesy:pixabay.com

Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Just a poem inspired by another I read.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Story Of A line (a poem)




My handwriting.


©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Picture courtesy:pixabay.com

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,September 20th 2015...my perspective




"Poets are shameless with their experiences:they exploit them"
         -Friedrich Nietzsche
Sorry I am scum.I exploit everybody's emotions,feelings including my own.I hate that but can't help it.

Sorry I Am A Poet

Everytime I read or hear someone's agony,
at the back of my mind is running another story,
of how to use that to write poetry,
forgive me for being so selfish
and of being self-obsessed I have a long history,
but you should appreciate my honesty ,
because somewhere down the line you too exploit me.
  -Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved 




Saturday, September 19, 2015

Miss You Daddy (a poem)


This I have to say before you read,I wrote this poem when I was fifteen and ofcourse very dramatic because I am Indian.It is embarrassing to put it up but I like to be aware of how I was,just so as to calculate my growth(if any).

Miss You Daddy

Oh Daddy where are you?
I don't know where to search for you,
I don't know if I'll ever find you,
I love you lots,I think you know,
then why did you leave me and go?
But I always feel you are somewhere near me,
Daddy I call you so many times,can't you hear me?
Daddy without you I am so incomplete,
your heart was so clean and neat,
then why did God take you up so soon?
To me and my life you were such a boon.
Daddy without you I feel so empty,
You can't come back is there no possibilty?
Daddy I am down on my knees,
I'm begging you please,
I swear all the mischief I'll cease,
your loving words keep ringing in my ears,
what can I do but shed tears.
Daddy please come back to me,
hold my hand and lead,
I love you loads and I'm missing you loads.
-Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

This week I am writing for my Daddy,who left us forever on 17th September twenty one years ago.Dedicated to his memories.

I wrote something last year about our story,if you are interested and would like to take a look you can do so by clicking on the following link.Thank you.http://tab1525.blogspot.in/2014/09/lifes-bliss-but-somethings-amiss.html


Friday, September 18, 2015

If I Could (a poem)



If I could I would rewind time
visit childhood of mine
bring people from there somehow
relocate them in the now
If I could I would gather the giggles and laughter
that left   went with my father
joys would revisit again
like flowers on this heart's parched plain
If I could I would hold my Daddy's hand
walk with him on our ground's sand
hear him speak once more
in that voice which I recall no more
If I could I would record his voice this time around
so as to never forget how it used to surround
and envelope my heart with it's sweetness
that would be an extra ordinary gift to myself
If I could I would gather the memories all
select  play  relive  have them on call
this emptiness in my heart would then lose face
all that would be left would be a warm caress
If I could I would see them all again
my Daddy  his immediate family  his friends
store those freshly-made memories in neatly stacked files
relive them whenever I need to assure myself that I had a life
  -Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

Twenty one years ago we lost our Daddy and our world was never the same,the ripples still resonate,the pain doesn't fade,all empty when we think of him.This is to the beautiful memories of him and our childhood.Miss him no less than that fateful day,forgotten no more than that day,all intact,right there,no major changes,only the days change.

I wrote something personal last year about our lives,our story and have nothing more to add there,if you are interested and have the time to read you can look it up at the following link.Thank You.
http://tab1525.blogspot.in/2014/09/lifes-bliss-but-somethings-amiss.html


Thursday, September 17, 2015

Someone Special (micropoetry)






©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

This week I have dedicated to my Daddy's memories because it's his 21st Death Anniversary.Someone special he who stays forever and Daddy does,in many hearts.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Till We Again Meet (a poem)


My heart's so miserable it bleeds
on the emptiness the grief feeds
your name's forever on my heartbeat
the bleeding won't cease till we again meet
I'm big now and standing on my feet
but in my life you I'll always miss deep
the void in my life screams   it's echoes I feel
I wish it was your voice that echoed  I'd forever keep
I wish I had your hand to hold and you to lead
now the bleeding won't cease till we again meet
-Seema Tabassum(me)

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©tab1525.blogspot.com 2015
All content and images copyright 2015
All rights reserved

My Daddy's 21st Death Anniversary falls on the 17th of this month,this week I dedicate to my Daddy and his memories.

I had written something last year and I don't feel the need to write our story again because the past stays the same nothing changes,besides I don't think I can write better than that.If you have the time and if you are interested you can read it at the following link.Thank you.http://tab1525.blogspot.com/2014/09/lifes-bliss-but-somethings-amiss.html