Better Mornings Best

Dearest Abbu,
I see your pretty face first thing in the morning

and my morning's automatically Good

I see your hair flying in front of my face on the bike while I drive you to school,

and I get to be so close to you almost like hugging you from behind,all along the way

and I hear you speak in that sweetheart,honey voice and

my morning's Better

I drop you and come home and it's so quiet and peaceful and I'm not running,

you are not here making any noise and my morning's Best!!!

But frankly speaking I like Better mornings best 

Love you and miss you and blow a thousand kisses to you,when you are not around,

hate the silence that comes with your absence though you know how much I love quiet.

Will see you soon though,in just some hours.
With Love,
Mummy.

This is for my sweetheart Abbu(my eight year old son),it's so quiet when he's gone that I can hear my heartbeat and I get most of my stuff done but I like when I have to ask him to keep it low,those noises I love to no end.Such a doll Abbu is,from time to time he'll come out of his room and kiss me and go back to what he was doing before.Sometimes I wonder if he needs to kiss and hug me or he does that because he knows I do.

Life is good,MashaAllah and Alhumdulillah(Thank God).

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I'm A Mess (a poem)

I'm happy a moment
sad the next

I write to you
but soon enough I delete the text

I worry about your well being
but I hate that about myself

I don't show my concern for you
but that's just pretence

I said so long to your memories
but my mind says it didn't mean it in that context

I don't know how I'll ever cope
just know that in your love I'm a mess

Oh the matters of the heart 
always so complex

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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I think everybody can relate to this,the people we love,parents,kids,siblings,friends etc. sometimes break our hearts and we never want to do anything with them but we end up feeling more miserable without them,eventually we start looking for ways to mend the relation again,ugh,matters of the heart.



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Monochrome (a poem)

All I see is monochrome,

dreams in monochrome,

sights in monochrome,

without you here is not home

for my joys or comfort,

deep sighs and my emotions disrupt,

without you here is not home,

all my words monochrome,

my feelings monochrome,

all I see is I in monochrome.

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Just something that popped up in my head when I was looking at some vintage pictures.But isn't it true that without your love to share good times with,good times are no more good.Monochrome everything without love,even oneself's image in the mirror is colourless.

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Drifting Contemplations:Touch (micropoetry)

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Happy Father's Day (micropoetry)

Happy Father's Day.
In the picture above are the best fathers I know,
my brother,my hubby and my Daddy.

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My Little Artist (Bloganniversary special)

18th June was when I first posted on my blog a year ago.So 18th was my bloganniversary,this should've been posted yesterday.But just when I wanted to post the network gave up,maybe because it was the first night of Ramadan,it must've been overloaded/hectic with everybody exchanging greetings,I don't know.So such a disappointment that I couldn't post this yesterday.But as always,I have to move on.So let's forget that and I'll tell you about something that brings a smile to my face instantly,ofcourse Abbu.
Infact my first post was about Abbu,it's special and if you want to see how far I've come you should take a look then,maybe nothing has changed.The link is http://tab1525.blogspot.in/2014/06/life-with-abbu.html
Abbu's very good at academics if you want prove check this blogpost please,I had put pictures of his progress report from school.http://tab1525.blogspot.com/2015/04/another-year.html Abbu is very energetic,can jump the whole day.Imagination,don't ask,keep him in a room with no toys,nothing,he'll find a way of entertaining himself.He'll make something out of a strip of paper and weave a story around it,make a song,most of the times it'll start with 'I love you Mommy because...'.Oh yes,he narrated a beautiful story to me one day,just something about fingers,with a beautiful message.IF you want to read that story you can look it up here.I know I have a post on his story.Sorry,I know I'm being such a mother(giggles).http://tab1525.blogspot.in/2014/10/everyones-speciala-short-story-by.html
He's got a certain cool about him.If you tell him that another kid is better than him at something,he'll just say"good for him",not that we ever tell him that.This is my trait and when we are together I'm constantly stuffing wisdom in his head,telling him what is bad by showing examples of bad behaviour,which by the way in India you'll find in abundance.I mock people who cannot follow rules,cause inconvenience to others,dirty the surroundings,behave badly,in a condescending manner,with disgust and Abbu's got that if he behaves in a certain manner maybe somebody will be disgusted by him too.So he's always on his best,even at home.I think my style works,atleast with Abbu.He's great now,but I dread those teenage years.But we'll cross the bridge when we get there.Abbu's also very meticulous in everything he does,responsible is his other name.You should see to believe how he takes care of my 1 year old nephew when he's around.Abbu will stay beside that little one,run with him,right beside so that he can protect my nephew from falling,or getting hurt.He's so patient with him,will dance to the little cousin's tunes,which I find unbelievable because he's only eight and he's so mature.I know I go on,sorry,will stop.


So, yes Abbu's very creative,he takes after his father and my brother too in drawing,sketching,you should see some of my hubby's and brother's works,maybe someday.Abbu makes songs almost everyday,he's written a poem when he was only six.I'm putting a picture of it along with few pictures of his latest artwork,please take a look,thank you.So this was my last post of my first year of blogging and it had to be about my doll.I hope he always stays the same though.Thank you for reading till the end.Stay blessed.

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My Cool Dude And Smooth Talker (Bloganniversary Countdown)

The 18th of June marks the first anniversary of my blog.I cannot believe that a year has passed by,time flew and I grew and Abbu too.I'm writing this second last write of the year,and ofcourse the last two have to be about Abbu,the love of my life,my most handsome cool dude of a gentleman.Abbu has the most sweetest voice in the world(for now) and when he talks how he talks I'm constantly smiling.He says the smartest,sweetest things and sometimes because of his smartbutt attitude he gets on my nerves too but that's very rare because most of the times I'm in awe of his thought process.Oh yes he has no filter to his mouth and says anything that pops up in his little mind.I'm smiling as I write this.
Now to three of my Abbu's quotes/lines.You'll fall in love after you read these.

1.Abbu was only two years old when he said this,I think it defines Abbu.
He was learning the names of colours,he would get all right except red,he'd always call it green.One day Taher and I corrected him and asked why he doesn't get it to which he replied "From today let it be green",he always called it green till he was big enough to know that red and green are different.I'm particularly proud of his attitude,ofcourse as long as he doesn't cause others any inconvenience.I'm sure he won't,he's very courteous,he hates when someone is troubled because of him,he says sorry to me everyday when I cook for him,says he's sorry that because of him I have to spend time cooking...such a doll he is.
2.I hate noise,any kind,that's one thing that I have no control over and my Abbu has a knack of getting on my nerves.I don't know what he does in his room but I keep hearing the sound of things falling.One day I told him "Gosh Abbu why do you drop things all the time,be careful,I don't want another sound from here" to which he replied promptly,"Dropper Man,yes,from today my name is Dropper Man,if anyone needs help dropping or breaking stuff they can call me" and as always I carried him and kissed him a hundred times.He's very smart,knows I like funny so always goes with funny when in doubt.
3.Last year Abbu's teacher was teaching the class about the different states that India is divided in and the things that each state is famous for.One of those days while I was making lunch for Abbu to take to school,he came up to me and asked me if I'm from Kashmir and when I inquired as to why he's asking me that question,came the most beautiful line ever "Mummy you are so beautiful and Kashmir is famous for it's beauty,so I was wondering if you were from Kashmir". Now isn't that the most beautiful line ever.Kashmir is a very beautiful,scenic tourist place in India.
My dearest Abbu comes up with most original lines making me feel special always.Such a smooth talker.
So these were some of the sweetest things I've ever heard.My Abbu,sometimes I wish time stops and he stops growing to keep him near always,to be able to carry him always.
If you want to read more,there's another post I had written about him for his b'day,you'll get to know some pretty cool stuff about him.http://tab1525.blogspot.in/2015/01/my-abbumy-sweetheart.html  Thank you.

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Drifting Contemplations:The Remains (micropoetry)

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Pretty Neat (a poem)

I avoid visiting the lanes
where I know you I'll meet,

I know I'll be devastated to see you
smile bright when others you greet,

it breaks my heart to see that the remains
of our love you wrapped up and disposed of
pretty neat.

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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A song 'Teri Galiyan' meaning your lanes,from a Hindi movie 'Ek Villain' was the inspiration,beautiful song.

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Drifting Contemplations:Memories #1(micropoetry)

      

 














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Happy B'day Mummy (a poem)

I've never written anything for you
but today I'm going to dig deep,
all through these layers of people
who in my heart I keep.
You are buried deep down
sometimes I'm ashamed,
I have to look for you amongst people long gone
from my life,who now can never partake.
You know I don't possess much of you
and in a way that's no loss,
because I don't want you to be
associated with any of my flaws.
Ofcourse you have your own
but I know now where those stemmed from,
you know that it's all great now
because it's all in the past and our now is awesome.
You are my strength
and I always put you last,
this summer was an eye-opener though
made me realise what a fool I was.
Mommy dearest,as I write this 
I can't stop my eyes from welling up,
just to think that I showed you poems I wrote
for all but never showed in writing towards you my love.
But it's never too late
to startover,
never too late to straighten things up
and give our love a little makeover.
I'll start by saying something
I tell Taher everyday,
that I can try but like you I can never be
because you were made from the finest clay.
You are awesome,I admire and aspire to be
like you,a great seamstress and your efficiency
I admire most,also your discipline,courage,
chirpiness,perseverance and punctuality.
I know you always tell me 
that I can be what I want to be,
if only I try but I find that impossible
this apple mother dearest has fallen far from the tree.
You are so special that you've won
Taher over and Abbu,Abbu loves you too much,
they both are crazy about you
your kindness and concern has that magical touch.
So this is extra special Mama
I've said all that I over these years wanted to say,
but yes I hate how you all become one and gang up against me
now we all will gang up to wish you a very Happy Birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY
LOVE YOU LOADS.

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Today is my Mom's 56th b'day,we're cool with stating our age hence i mention.Mother is the best,ofcourse all mothers are but if this perfect me aspires to be like her,then she must be extra special right,agree? Besides someone who's raised such a gem ought to be fantastic right,agree?(self praise is good esp.when no one praises you)
Now if you think i'm superb then you ought to meet my kid brother,he is the most wonderful human being on this planet,kindest soul ever,he's younger to me by only a year and a half and he's my buddy.He's my 4 a.m friend and goes out of his way to help me if i need.I think Mother and me are very lucky to have Taher(my hubby) who's more dear to my mother than I,no jokes,my brother, beautiful men as our support system,and Abbu ofcourse is one of those men but my brother too is blessed with a boy who's one year and six months old,our littlest addition.So yes Mother and i are nestled in warm love always and as we all know that men love more unconditionally than women,all the more special our lives.Mother is blessed to have this beautiful line up of a family...enough gloating,i know,will stop here.Taher is my husband's name,Abbu is my son's.

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Back In The Groove (a poem)

I see
rather clearly
your world has been restored to it's former glory
you're very well back in the groove without me
but I'm loving this
I enjoy your bliss
infact I think it's perfect
when I think that I had an effect
on you   albeit for a shortwhile
it makes my life a little more worthwhile
your joy is my joy
Absolutely

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Don't you love it when someone you know is doing well,even if it means that you don't get to be a part of their life,don't you love it when you have an effect on people irrespective of whether it was good or bad,just to think that you could touch someone's life is an out of the world feeling.Don't you think?

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To My Dearest Aunty Kathleen (a poem)

Hello,Miss.'Smiling Irish Eyes',

don't hear much from you,

I miss you loads,almost thrice,

but soon I'll see you.

Before that I have to say,

that though time's less,

I never forget to pray,

pray that you are fine and that God bless.

I hope you haven't forgotten me,
now sometimes in my dreams you come,
your thought alone makes me feel glee,
I hope for me in your mind you have place some.

You are one of my most favourite people on earth,
I miss you and love you a ton,
love for you,of that there's no dearth,
cause you're special,in the whole wide world just one.

I hope the world down under is treating you fine,
I'm sure you must've made beautiful memories of good times,
I hope you're thinking of me,the way I am of you,
and on this side of the world,there's never a day that goes by without me thinking of you.

Love you loads,Aunty Kathleen.

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Aunty Kathleen is my friend Karen's mother,we bond like a house on fire.She's beautiful,thoughtful,caring,kindhearted,sensible,profound but also immense fun and young at heart.Before blogging,i used to ask her to review my poems and she'd indulge me with a feedback always.Infact she's the one who suggested that i put my poems on a site.I'm thankful to her for a lot of things,esp.for the support she's been but mostly for being there for me when she needn't have to.When Abbu came into this world,Aunty was there with me throughout for 8 hours or so inspite of my Mom being there for me and she was the one who announced that i delivered a boy,i always wanted a boy and in India the law forbids knowing the sex of the baby before delivery.So it was such a joy to hear esp.from Aunty that i was blessed with a boy,i remember her saying  "Seema you did it" and i was then handed Abbu and i cried and laughed and we hugged.I can never in my life forget what immense love and support and some shouting too i got from Aunty dearest.She's special,we're special.Love her and her name Kathleen in Irish means "Smiling Irish Eyes". She's in Australia visiting her son and she's been gone a long time,i hope she comes back safe and sound and soon.Her i love,miss and think about.

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Ripped By Soft Ripples (a poem)

What do you have left
         when all is taken
What do you have left
       when all is broken
What do you have left
when you possess not even a token
(of being a part of someone's thoughts)

You are left barren and shaken
...........ripped by soft ripples

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Inspired by the picture and the reflection of barren tree branches and a lone bird perched on it.Depressing i found.Sometimes life can be all that the picture stands for,or maybe only i see that.What do you see?

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My Ink Flows Only For You (micro poetry)

Micro poetry for a change.Sometimes just a few lines are enough to convey volumes I've learnt.To the one who I love tenderly,deeply,whose hands I love to grab.My Ink flows for you my beloved.

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Cold Swirl (a poem)

Cold

In my heart I am cold
you asked for it you told

Hold

I hold back tears
You don't hold me hence we're cold

Mould

I thought I could mould you
You didn't even try because you didn't want to hold

Fold

I fold my heart in an envelope for you
you didn't even bother to work on me when me you could easily mould

Told

I know you told
told me that around the idea of us your brain cannot fold

I am stone cold

You are stone cold

Perfectly served.

    
-Seema Tabassum(me)

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I've tried something different this time.A swirl of words,following each other,i don't know if i've been successful in conveying what i had in mind.This is not autobiographical,ofcourse.This time i was inspired by some rhyming words,i thought it would be fun if i could use these words to whip up a story.Now if this is good or not is for you to tell me.I hope it atleast made some sense.Thank you.

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