Left Behind (a poem)

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Seema Tabassum 2015
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Just a poem inspired by another I read.

Story Of A line (a poem)

My handwriting.

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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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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

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

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.

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