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

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Friday, September 25, 2015

Left Behind (a poem)




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Just a poem inspired by another I read.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Story Of A line (a poem)




My handwriting.


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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)

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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)

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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)

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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)






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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)

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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

Monday, September 14, 2015

Sunday is my state of mind (a poem)


My mind's not working
no need forcing
let it rest
cause it's been working
non-stop
since you've been gone
trying to figure what went wrong
now when all hope is gone
might as well let the thoughts die
they've been running rampant
frantically looking for you
but see you none
so let the sun die
and Sunday to the sunshine too
let it get dark
let all rust
the mind the world
the soul
all rust   all decay
Sunday to all
Sunday to you too
take a break
get out of my mind
let yourself out
from the ruins
of my mind
go take a stroll
leave my mind alone
Sunday to your thoughts
Sunday to my mind
my heart
leave those empty
Sunday to my longing
Sunday to my sighs
Sun die it is
Sun died on me
only darkness haunts me
let the darkness out
Sunday to the dark too
Sunday to all hues
a long void vacuum let me be
Sunday to my existence
Sunday to me
Sunday to your words
Sunday to your memories
Sunday to us
take us a break
indulge in nothingness
a big void me
Sunday to me
Sunday my state of mind
Sunday to sunshine
take a break you all
let me just be
neither sad nor happy
neither dead or alive
only still
Sunday to me
Sunday to my state
Sunday my state of mind
-Seema Tabassum(me)

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This poem I dedicate to the memories of my Daddy.Hope to be able to breathe freely one day,maybe not possible in this lifetime.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Sunday-not my quote day,September 13th 2015...my perspective


"Never give your enemies the importance of your thoughts"
     -My Daddy  (I have searched the internet for this quote but couldn't find anything,so I think it is safe to say that it is my father's,if you do come across this please let me know,thank you).

This week I am dedicating to my Daddy whose 21st Death Anniversary falls on the 17th of this month.Time flies but doesn't have the power to fade everything,somethings stay forever.
I always have believed in the line above because it was ingrained in me since I was little,I heard my Daddy say this everytime I had a complaint about somebody.His words always stay and I really do feel like it's a privilege that we give space to somebody in our mind,heart,here thoughts,so why not give that space to someone worthy,someone who deserves to stay in our thoughts.If ever I have this anger building up I write and get rid of it and laugh over what I wrote and I forget,writing always helps me get over things,maybe cooking works for you,I find washing vessels(dishes) very therapeutic,as the dirt gets rinsed off of the vessels my mind's unease keeps getting rinsed too,so I think we should find something that takes away the anger,the hurt.When you know that thinking about them is infact giving them importance you should be able to not do so,don't let anybody rule your life,don't let hate be what drives you,let your love for whatever you like to do be the driving force.
I am funny in many ways,someone can never say anything to me that will make me think I have to prove I can do a certain thing,I do only and only if I am upto it,my Mom calls me shameless and thick skinned for not letting myself get motivated to prove people,but in my head I think no one deserves that high place where I think that I should prove myself to them,they are welcome to think anything of me,I don't care.It is funny that Abbu is turning into this super cool dude where nothing affects him and I see and worry about what words to use to motivate him,now I perfectly understand my mother's problem with my attitude.But nothing much can be done in my case,maybe Abbu stil has some chance to change.
So to conclude I'd like to say that please do not let anybody in your heart who doesn't love you,do not let anybody in your mind who has spite for you,do not let anger/jealousy get to you,weaken you,make you feel incompetent,be the smooth stone from over which everything slides/slips,do not give those who hate you the place they don't deserve.Live free.

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Friday, September 11, 2015

Drifting Contemplations: Departure (micropoetry)








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Monday, September 7, 2015

The Protagonist (a poem)


He I was not looking for
nor was he someone I dreamed of
he had a way with words no doubt
words that flooded my mind which knew not ever drought
he was not my soulmate nor a friend
his presence surreal   made no difference
but lost without words he left me in those lanes
of him I knew only his fictional name
he who without ever being company
in those dark lanes had deserted me
to whom I never even belonged
left me feeling abandoned
 -Seema Tabassum(me)


The title of my poem says it all.Sometimes these fictional characters leave behind impressions.I see how books have profound effects,wanted to depict that.

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Sunday-not my quote day,September 6th 2015...my perspective


"What is most of our boasted so called knowledge but a conceit that we know something which robs us of the advantage of our actual ignorance" -Henry David Thoreau

Now today is Sunday,that means it is time for 'Sunday-not my quote day'. Today's quote is a prompt by my blogger friend Sum James whose blog http://butterflykisseswatermeonwishes.wordpress.com is beautiful and filled with wisdom and outstanding poetry.Please do take a look.

Now this quote is important to me atleast,and in this age when we need to know all and keep ourselves updated,we tend to fill our minds with all the information possible but we really lack in where we ought to.When we think we know much we tend to shut ourselves up to the actual knowledge of the fact that we are ignorant in a lot of ways.Ignorance I find better than thinking that we know it all.My grandfather used to say that life is lessons everyday and I truly believe that,but this conceit really takes away that sincerity from us,they say ignorance is bliss indeed it is,cause only then we know that we need to learn,we need to grow.I read a lot of poems everyday and each one of those contributes in it's own way,providing me a new perspective,new vocabulary,new scene,new thought process,each helps me grow and had I not known how ignorant I was before reading one I would never have learnt.
To sum it up I'd like to say,wipe the slate clean everyday,wake up with a new zeal to learn and see how the world becomes exciting and everyday a light eradicating a little darkness from the next,one day at a time,each day adding more knowledge and wisdom.Hoping to keep this in mind always and hoping I made sense.Thank you Sum for this thought provoking prompt.I hope I did this some justice atleast.God bless.

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Friday, September 4, 2015

Can I Die Of Heartbreak (a poem)





This is just a poem,this picture inspired me.Thank You.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Drifting Contemplations : Ephemeral (micropoetry)









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