Farcical Minddrifts (a poem)

For us to have to a love story
I would have to be ancient and old
no guess that it's such a hassle for you to reach out to me
I get that your thick blood doesn't travel till your toes cold

Your blood so thick 
in your veins running it has stalled
that must make it so difficult for you to pick
up the darn phone and call

Now I understand why there's no communication between us
your stiff fingers must make it so difficult for you to also type
I was wondering what's the fuss
I understand better now that you can never fly this kite

By kite my heart I mean
to which you've been so unkind
now don't tell me that you'll pass that as unseen
I didn't gather that you were also blind

   -Seema Tabassum(me)

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This was really a minddrift,out of nowhere,it just struck me how an age gap can have an effect on communication,I gave it a little twist for fun and this gushed out of my mind,almost effortlessly.It does hit but no offence to anybody or any age group,just some stupid thoughts,besides some people are old in their ways regardless of their age.I apologise if it hurts anybody,that is never my intention.Peace.

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A SHOUT (a poem)

I'm going nuts i'm p a c i n g
my mind's restless my hearts racing
i need to S H O U T
shout my lungs Out
i need to scream
need to redeem
my peace my sanity
need some clarity
YOU took
Now look
i'm going ins a ne
you planted this PAIN
now it grOWS
but you know
how to take it out
i'll shout shout scream my lungs OUT
SHHHHOOOOUUUUTTTT
GET O U T
of my head
leave me   a l o n e
you don't leave me alone
you never do
N E V E R
you haunt
you linger
you stir
you raKE UP
you Kill
you tug
now you look
what you t o o k
my peace
i'm never a l o n e
your voice in my HEAD
and I'LL  S  H  O  U  T
TILL ALL MY PAIN IS DRAined  o  u  t.

       -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Shout,yes,that's what it is.I have voices inside my head,voices I've heard,the lines I've been told,some great some bad,voices always stay,play over and over,sometimes hold me back,sometimes all together bouncing off in my brain,voices some linger forever,even if who said didn't intend to leave a piece behind,echoing voices,echoing laughter,shrieks,screams of my own,ironically one voice that was most important I have lost,like my mind which keeps even the unnecessary chose to delete that one voice,my Daddy's,why I wonder,maybe because we didn't hear him much,this will remain a puzzle forever,I think if I'm asked what my life has been full of,I'll say voices.Voices also mean songs,opinions,advices,lectures,scorns,sweet whispers that haunt,live in the well of my memory.So I SHOUT,need to get those out to be able to let go and be free,but without voices what would I be.The ink of my pen is fuelled by these voices.Hope you understand even if you don't relate.
I tried this new technique/style of placing letters in a way which give more meaning to the word visually,which convey the sentiment a bit better,hence no punctuation marks to add drama(maybe).Hope you like that.Thank you.

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In Words,We Meet (a poem)

Without fights,outbursts or mood swings,
but,also without sweet nothings.

Can we have a love story,
yes,of you and of me.

I'll hold you tender,I'll hold you dear,
even though my voice you can never hear.

I'll hold you deep in my heart,
even though we are so far apart.

Can we meet,
in our words,in our poems,my sweet.

You write some,
I write some.
     
    -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Please don't ask,sometimes others' lives inspire me,sometimes a song,a movie,a friend's memory who's lost forever,anything but this I especially dedicate to all writers,their pens and their ink.That in the picture is my handwriting,which by the way I love,though this is not my best,this handwriting was written with shaky hands(too much caffeine,my idea of self-destruction) and a truck load of emotions.Oh yes,my handwriting could be my biggest inspiration,when I write I don't feel like stopping(no ballpoint pens for me though).

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Smooth Talker (a poem)

It was all my bad,
it all started with the conversation we had,
you talked to me and I lost control,
you at fault I hold.
You're the one who advanced,
and I grabbed like a fool this chance,
and now I regret,
but how do I get.
Back to where,
I had no care,
about you and your smooth talk,
you who's got my heart now in a lock.
Smooth smooth smooth your voice,
led me from peace into noise,
but now I demand back my heart,

you have to leave and now we depart.
I'm going to regret forever I fell,
from heaven to restless hell,
I regret I heard your voice,
I should've not when I had a choice.
And now the moment is gone,
but your voice haunts me from dusk to dawn,
even though I ask you to leave,
I'll be restless,I'll never know relief.
    -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*Before you make any assumptions I'd like to clear that this is not about me,but I was writing for Laura played by Katie Holmes in the movie 'The Romantics',and Tom played by Josh Duhamel is the Smooth Talker.Sometimes I have no control over what inspires me to write and words just flow.So,I hope you understand and hope you like this.Thank you.But yes,the one in the above picture is the one who smooth talked me into sweet pain.

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Happy Mothers' Day.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers in the world.
My mother is,for me,the best mother in the world,she's a super-woman,very enthusiastic,active,efficient,disciplined,very good at sewing,crochet and worrying,yes my mother's a worrier,she can find reasons to worry from out of nothing,my kid brother and I are adults with kids of our own but my mother still thinks we are not big enough for this bad world,haha,she's a sweetheart though.
I'm not saying I don't worry,I do and that's why I think that being a mother is tough,apart from the obvious,like worrying for his grades and health,I worry about what kind of a person Abbu will grow up into,I worry if he'll be sensitive,kind,courteous,just,disciplined and mentally strong,I worry if he'll be the kind who follows rules,stands up for what's right,if he'll treat all alike,I worry if he'll have an inflated ego,I know it's strange but that's a big issue for me,I like people who don't take themselves very seriously,who can laugh at themselves,who can admit when they are wrong,who can listen to other's opinions and believe that everyone is entitled to one and it may not be the same as their's.
I worry,now mostly as to what kind of an example I am setting,I keep scrutinizing my actions,try to be right always so that he learns right.I ofcourse have my flaws but I think I'm fine because atleast I'm not ignorant about that.
I worry about Abbu's future,if I'm doing my part in putting less burden on our planet,if I'm teaching him to know that being successful doesn't necessarily have to be about the things we own,if I'm teaching him to respect all kinds of work,as long as it's honest money,I want Abbu to be someone who is comfortable in his own skin and someone who feels comfortable in the company of people from all walks of life with varied jobs,religions,ideologies,societies,classes,nations,cultures and tribes.I want Abbu to be someone who can hold his own in a crowd,someone who's confident,someone who can call a spade a spade but also someone who's fine with saying small lies if it makes others happy,and ofcourse if he's a good muslim he'll be all that I want him to be.Well,one can say that mostly I want him to be kind of like me,yes i think very highly of myself but I also aspire to be like so many other people I know,people who have some tremendously amazing traits,say like my mother,she's always punctual,never procrastinates,is a multitasker,is brave,all that I'm not.I like to take all the good traits from each person I know and make myself better and this is a never ending process.
So yes Mother's day is good because it reminds me of what a huge responsibilty I have,and how much I'm falling behind because of my inadequacies,incompetence and inefficiencies.Mother's day is good because I still have my mother who I get to wish and make her happy with my words,I'm hugely grateful to her for all that she did and still does for me,this day I'm reminded again about the fact that I'm indebted for life,for she still helps me with her wisdom and presence every day and sometimes makes me laugh with her over worrying(is that even a term?).Oh gosh,she's going to kill me when I read this to her.

*Abbu is my eight year old son.

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Time In The Park (a poem)

Beautiful time in the park,
intend on being here till it's dark,
will enjoy watching the sunset,
better than this it doesn't get.
I'm here and it's healing,
in the distance are birds humming,
and the squeaky noise of the swing,
to the background score in their own way are contributing.

Can there be a better time than this,
can there be a better feeling of bliss,
right here with nature I feel in sync,
like I'm in a trance and will wake up if I blink.

Swinging while looking at the sunset tinted sky,
on the ground but my spirits are high,
so my friend I suggest you try,
going often to the park to know the joy.

The joy of unwinding while the world is running like crazy, 
sit down and see how blissful it is to be lazy,
I believe that we're all wired to feel happy and gay,
when we are in the midst of nature or when we kneel to pray.
So,to you my friend goodbye I say,
I'll see you in the park where we'll spend a good day.
       -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*I captioned the third picture Ninja and Samurai just for fun,that black cloak that I'm wearing is not a costume,it's a burqa/abaya,Islamic dress code for women forbids women from showing themselves to men other than their husbands,brothers,sons,fathers,nephews on their side of the family,uncles on their side of the family,father-in-law and ofcourse grand sons.So that is how I cover myself up whenever I'm out of the house or when I have guests other than the above mentioned people in my house and yes I feel safe and wear it willingly,because I was not born in Islam,I chose Islam so I knew all that comes with it.Hope you understand,thank you.

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My poem - 'MY SOUL' is on HALL OF POETS Digital Magazine Issue-1

I am very elated that I am a part of this beautiful magazine of poetry,my poem has been published here along with outstanding works of some really gifted poets.Please give this magazine a read and if you're looking for my poem it is on page 21.Hope you like this remarkable collection of gems.Thank You.Please click on the links below to get to the magazine.
P.S. If you are like me and don't really get how to,then when you get to the magazine,just click on the horse's image(just like the one above) and you'll get to the poems.

HALL OF POETS [Digital Magazine-Issue 1]

http://issuu.com/drprernasingla/docs/hall_of_poets_1-1/1