Mesmerised (poem)

Love…sometimes I wonder if love is a witch craft,do you have any other explanation for the way it feels,for the way it conquers all senses,takes over,we do the craziest of things and the bravest of things which we otherwise would never had done…had we not been so…mesmerised…

here is a poem which kind of captures the emotion(in my humble opinion)…I’ll play safe and say that I tried to capture,now you tell me if I managed to or failed…

Mesmerised

I understand
everything
when he talks
to me in clues
of rainbow hues…

but when we get
to conversing...
meaning escapes me…
I’m lost in his eyes…
so mesmerised…
that I cannot
comprehend
anything
he’s saying

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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One Last Selfie (Saturday Silly) poem

Selfie is all the rage,I’ve seen and heard of many incidents about people getting hurt and hurting and causing inconvenience to others because of this ever growing and expanding craze,here is a humourous take on the fad,I don’t think this fad is ever going to fade,maybe this is one of those trends that stay on forever,maybe this generation is going to be remembered for this one trend that they started,who knows,what I do want to know is if you like this poem,I hope you do,by the way had to let you know that I could very well be the one who started this trend,I’ve been taking selfies since 2002,I didn’t have a name for it and it was all because I had no choice but to take pictures myself,more of a solution it was than a craze and now I don’t take any selfies at all…just saying,in case you wondered…

P.S. Please always take care not to cause inconvenience to others because of your `selfiesh' antics,please refrain from taking selfies in places where vehicles ply,like say roads,also please don’t leave your kids’ hands when outside in a crowded place,don’t jeopardize their safety/life for your selfie’s sake,I hope common-sense prevails or maybe we should start a trend where it is cool to use one’s brain…hmmm

Selfie baby
Selfie crazy
Death too cannot
Me ever stop
Selfie I take
For memories’ sake
But selfie keeps me engrossed
Living that memory goes for a toss
Life was documented well
Now a little documentation of death
One last before heading to foreverland
Just in case there selfies are banned
Selfie just before entering the grave
Oh on facebook it will be all the rage
Cheese I say…will miss clicking most
Please edit it pretty and to ‘public’ you post
I’ll be popular and famous finally
Besides all great people were recognised post humously

Cheese or
Peace
(whatever!! click)

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Your Words (poem)

Words have all kinds of effects…

they linger,haunt,stay,dance,glide,slip,feed,satiate,fill,empty,touch,move,bring smiles…isn’t language the most important thing,without it how would we convey how we felt,how would we express and how would we read and write poetry…

this poem here is about what words of a special someone can do to a person…

I hope you like and I hope you can relate to this…

so please use words,say more,listen more,write more and read more,definitely read mine more…heehee

Your words the things you say

make me stop in my steps

hit me again out of nowhere

make me stop in my steps

leave me out of breath

make me stop in my steps

burn a hole in my chest

make me stop in my steps

hear them on repeat in my head

I am again…stopped in my steps

like your breath on my neck…….

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Drifting Contemplations: Definitions(poetic) 1 (micropoetry)

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Poetic Streaks

My first post for this new year has to be about the two handsome men in my life.They both can be pretty poetic sometimes.I'm sharing two beautiful conversations which bring great beauty,joy and warmth to my heart whenever I think of them.

Before that you have to know something about me,I hate wet surfaces even rain,anything wet,I cringe when I touch wet hands,can't stand wet and ofcourse my family knows that well.

My husband never cries I've seen him cry only once after his mother left this place.

Conversation with Taher(hubby)
Me: Honey why is it you never cry,you should,I'd prefer you cry if you're hurting than just go quiet like that.
Hubby: You know why I don't like to shed tears though I'm crying in the inside,because you don't like wet surfaces and since I hold you in my eyes I wouldn't want to make that place wet,besides I don't want you to flow out with my tears,I hold you there dear,so I can never cry.
needless to say I was speechless,he just smirked and said "you think only you can floor me with your words,I can do that too,after all these years I must've learned something right?"
I chose to keep my mouth open in awe and not reply 

Conversation with Abbu(son)
Abbu: Mama,you know what happened in my dream?
Me: How can I say about your dream?
Abbu: How can you not remember Mama you were in that dream,it was about you.
He winked and had that 'pleased with himself' smile on his face,and I as always couldn't resist hugging him tight 

There are many more quotes of Abbu and some of Taher,many more conversations which leave me in awe of how they think,I will share someday again,for now I just can say that I'm pretty lucky to have these handsome fellows in my life.
Hope to make more such beautiful memories.

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