Will You? ( a poem )

Can I tell you how much I love you,will you then make fun of me,
Will you stay inspite of that,will you let me be.
           Is my love forbidden,can I get your's too,
           isn't that how it should be,can I talk you into.
Do you think of me,will you let me into your mind,
do you feel the same,before confessing I did think twice.
           But thinking won't change my mind,do you think I have control,
           if I had a choice I'd bury my feelings in a hundred feet hole.
What can I do to let you know that I feel for you deep,
it hurts,hurts so bad that I can't sleep.
            How can you be so oblivious to my situation,because of you I'm dying,
            how can it escape you,don't you sense me suffering.
You're in my mind,you're in my heart,
you're always there,always,you never depart.
            You don't leave me,and you don't let me be,
             you have me at your disposal,but you can't see.
Wake up,wake up,come on,wake up to my love,
see,open,look,I'm here,see how I'm love struck.
             I can't leave,you don't let me,
             I can't cry out aloud,I'm scared you'll hear me.
If you hear my heart,I know you'll go,
that's how you function,we both know.
             But I have to stop,I can't go on,
             stop thinking of you,before my sanity's gone.
Get out I say,get out,if you can't see my feelings,
but on your way out,you can take my soul,my entire being.
             Take it,all your's,to throw or to keep,
             take my soul,my ego,my all,but never leave.
You never have to know,how I feel for you,
I'll never show,just so that I can be with you.
              You'll never know,like always,
              all will be,like it's been always.
You oblivious,me hurting,
you without a care,me smiling but inside my blood's spurting.
               You don't have to know,you'll never know,
               I'll love you always,deep and intense,but will never show.
So,this is going to be our story (sigh),so much pathos,
wonder how it'll end,maybe you'll wake up to your loss.
               Maybe,somehow,magically,you'll come to know,
               or maybe never,I'll stay but will never show.
Will never show,will never leave,
you can have me,take all you can keep.
               I'm broken,I'm helpless,Will you stay then,will you let me be?
               I'm hopelessly chained,bind,Will you be mine and set me free?
Will you? Will you?
             -Seema Tabassum(me)

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* I saw the movie "Something Borrowed" the other day.The movie is about forbidden love (not sure if this term is apt for the story though),complexities in relationships,I liked the yearning of the lead characters for their love,I felt for them pretty strongly and the above poem followed,again not sure if this is a poem,or just lines that rhyme.Have you been in love with somebody you were not supposed to? Have you loved somebody but couldn't let them know for fear of losing them and was it too late when you finally gathered the courage to confess? Have you ever been guilty of loving someone you could never have?
Forbidden love,painful or sweet?

No Scope For Hope? ( a poem )

Everyday i see in the same places,

i see some often, but mostly unfamiliar faces.

I look around and see we go about many things wrong,

many things upon which the world might frown.

We are strange in our ways,

also in a bit of a daze.

There's a vast difference in our sensibilities,
another problem is our inflexibility.
We have trouble adapting,
to the global school of thought that is ever evolving.

We bother about other's opinions when we do things good,

but when we are causing inconvenience to others we care a hoot.

I'm very much positive,

that we are always going to be insensitive.

Insensitive in many ways,

and this is a never ending phase.

I thought we had wisdom deep and sound,
but I feel like I am on unfamiliar ground.
Here I feel like an alien who doesn't belong,
I feel disconnected at a level deep down.
We think we are improving,that's what we say,

but i see no scope for hope anywhere.

So when i have absolutely no faith in us,

that sadly kind of ends the buzz.

          -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*I'm sorry,i had to write this but it's just my opinion and we may disagree,feel free to comment.This is regarding my fellow countrymen.

              

Running But Getting Nowhere. ( a poem )

Barely catching up,meeting deadlines,never living,
thought mine was the life but it's not as fufilling.
Have no time to ponder,to take things in,
have lost the gift of being amazed,have no peace within.
             Have no time to reason,
             none to solve the enigma that is life.
             Have no realisation of the oncoming of seasons,
             just taking everything in my stride.
Have no time to relish the fruit of my labour,
no time to extend any favour.
Have no time to watch the sunset,
no time to let the mind,body and soul reset.
             With nobody can i share thoughts profound,
             have none with whom on an intellectual level i can bond.
             No time to reflect my thoughts,
             i'm just sleepwalking through life of sorts.
Oh how i'd love to lay on the grass,look at the sky and just stare,*
feels like i'm running and running but getting nowhere.
I feel like a hamster in it's cage,
but this has to stop,so i take a pledge.
            I pledge to myself that i'll start to time manage,
            a little better and tomorrow's a new page.
            WILL WRITE WELL,WILL LIVE WELL. InshaAllah.
                            -Seema Tabassum(me)

* look at the sky and stare,But ofcourse with my mouth open :)
and yes,one can say this is more of a rant than a poem,an outburst. :)

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You, Everywhere. ( a poem by Seema)

I sense your fragrance in the air every moment,
picture you in the sky above,
in the rain feel you descend,
nourishing the fields of my heart with your love.
Think of you every minute,
dream of you every night,
see you in the sunset,
look for you in the moonlight.
Find you in the dewdrops,
lose you in the flowers,
frame you in the rocks,
feel your love rain on me in those heavenly showers.
                         -Seema Tabassum(me)

Picture courtesy....my hubby.

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Tears Of Joy (a poem)

Tears of joy i shed,
whenever i have you inside my head.
Why tears,i myself don't know much,
your name's got that special touch.
          Maybe,it's because i have you in my life,
          because,without you i'd never get by.
          Tears,maybe because life's a struggle,
          but at the end of the day,i have you to cuddle.
Tears,because to have you is to be blessed,
living without you is as good as being dead.
I'd rather cry of the joy of having you in my life,
cause i know,that to fill your void,no amount of laughter will suffice.
           -Seema Tabassum(me)
                    

*The two in the pic. are my reasons to live.

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Everyone's Special...a short story by Abdallah(my 7year old boy)

Why do i blog??  

 I used to write a lot in my diary(i still do),random stuff about things that disturb or inspire or touch me or,get me worked up,then came Abbu(my boy Abdallah),then came Facebook into my life,met friends,had to let them know about all the stuff Abbu says,some witty,some sweet...then came a thought,of keeping tabs on what Abbu says and he says lots,started writing all he used to say in a notebook,thought i'll keep the book for him to see and for us to relive memories when he grows up,then a friend suggested blogging and that got me thinking that i could have a personal blog where i could put up my thoughts,my poems,Abbu's words,for all to see and mostly for Abbu,so that he'll have this if and when i'm not around,to learn about his Dad and me,our stories,my past,Abbu's childhood,what he meant to us,the things that we did and that happened to us and what it was like growing up and old together and also maybe show his kids,if blogger survives the times,that is.So,here i am,blogging,most of all for Abbu.

Today i was told a beautiful story by Abbu when i asked him what he was playing with his fingers,it's such a beautiful story that i asked him a hundred times if he came up with it and he said Yes,everytime.Here goes the story

'Everyone's Special'

One day the thumb of Abbu's right hand gloats to the other fingers "I'm special because without me it's impossible to hold anything".

The index finger disagrees and says "I'm special,because i'm wise,i point at things".

The middle finger interrupts saying "I'm special because i'm the tallest and i'm in the center".

The ring finger also has to say,so it says "I'm special because all people wear their special rings on me".

The pinky,not one to be quiet says "I'm special because i'm the one people need in emergencies,i'm shown when people want to go to the washroom and also to unfriend people by saying 'Kutiff', * so".

Abbu's left hand hears this and interrupts to stop the argument which seems to be getting noisier by saying "Everyone's special,in their own way,so stop arguing and start behaving like one family", and the fingers of the right hand obey and make peace.     -Abdallah.

The End.

* In India the little finger is shown when one wants to go to the washroom,to pee, also when two friends have an argument they show each other the little finger and say "kutiff' meaning "i will not be speaking to you",this could last a while or end soon,mostly kids use the little finger in these cases.*

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Always Remember

The value of time
The influence of example
The success of perseverance
The obligation of duty
The pleasure of working
The wisdom of economy
The dignity of simplicity
The virtue of patience
The worth of character
The improvement of talent
The power of kindness
The joy of originating.


The best day:Today
The greatest sin:Fear
The meanest feeling:Jealousy
The greatest need:Common sense
The greatest trouble maker:Talking too much
The greatest teacher:One who makes you want to learn
The greatest man:One who does what he thinks is right
The easiest thing to do:Find fault
The best thing to give to your opponent:Tolerance
The best thing to give to your enemy:Forgiveness
The best thing to give yourself:Love

            *These i found written by my father in his diary,i'm not sure if he copied these from elsewhere or if it's his work,but i always read these lines and there are many more,maybe I'll put them in another post.

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