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-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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Drifting Contemplations: Departure (micropoetry)

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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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Can I Die Of Heartbreak (a poem)

This is just a poem,this picture inspired me.Thank You.
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Drifting Contemplations : Ephemeral (micropoetry)

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