Abbu and Teddy (a poem for little ones)

Abbu was a little boy,

who like all boys loved playing with toys,

one b'day he was gifted a teddy bear,

Abbu named it 'Teddy',but he couldn't find time to spare.

Teddy would cry all day

and wait to get to play,

with his sweet friend,

but to his loneliness there seemed no end.

Day in and day out,

Abbu was busy throughout,
he struggled to make time,
and this didn't suit Teddy fine.

All Teddy ever expected was for Abbu to be a good companion,

but Abbu's parents wanted Abbu to be an academic champion,

sad and bored,Teddy decided to leave,

ofcourse his heart was filled with grief.

Teddy couldn't even bring himself to say goodbye,

because he knew it would be hard to not cry,

Teddy after much thought, stepped out of Abbu's home and ran,

away and forever to a faraway land.

But all along Teddy kept wondering,

about how Abbu must be doing,

without Teddy his good friend,

and wondered if this was a befitting end.
Teddy couldn't get over and all along felt,
that he should never have left,
the lonely boy,
because Teddy was his only stuffed toy.
He then decided to head home and now for always,
after Teddy's return Abbu also made time and found varied ways,
of keeping his friend entertained,
now tell me,don't you love how the story ends?
(Abbu,I'm asking you sweetheart)
          -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Abbu's always asking me to write a poem or a story for him,with him as a character and since Abbu loves his teddy bear which my mother gifted him on his third b'day,I thought I'll write about their story.I think Abbu likes Teddy more because it is his Nana's gift.So this one's for Abbu,hope you like it too.Thanks(and yes,I know it's more like a nursery rhyme).

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Storms In My Heart (a poem)

There are restless oceans 
in this heart of mine,
there are storms inside
and places devoid of sunshine.
Somedays I set out to discover 
what's laying in those depths,
but it gets too overwhelming,
I'm forced to come up to the surface to take a breath.
These depths are terrifying
for there has darkness creeped,
it feels like the somberness will swallow me
if I pay more heed.
The turbulence threatens to shake my soul
and rattle my very existence,
it's crucial I stay ashore,
and keep it all at a distance.
For it feels like if I let,
these storms will consume me,
I tell myself that I'm not prepared to dive in yet
and resume drinking my tea.
       -Seema Tabassum(me)

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11 reasons that make me feel I'd be better off a man.(WOMEN'S DAY SPL.,I know)

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY... but I always have believed that I'd be happier if I was a man,you have to take into consideration the fact that I'm a woman living in INDIA.
The BBC documentary on the Delhi rape case titled 'India's Daughter' is enough for you to know why,but I'm going to give you those reasons anyway.

1.I'd be more appreciated,loved and missed if I were the father,because fathers are not around 24/7,don't discipline much and well,slog for the family(household chores no matter how tedious and never ending, don't really fall into the 'slogging' category in the kid's mind).
2.I'd be able to pick up a fight with or even punch a guy who honks non-stop right next to my ear(even when the signal's red and nobody can move an inch),or anybody who violates traffic rules when I'm around,or any rules for that matter,I can't stand people who break rules but as a woman I can't really punch somebody(how I wish though).
3.I would be able to roam the streets and come home late,whenever I felt like, without being asked a hundred questions by family and without being judged by people on the road or by neighbours.
4.I'd be able to drink 'cutting chai' at the neighbourhood Irani cafe without being looked at,say,more than a hundred times.
5.I would be able to travel alone,anywhere,everywhere,the length and breadth of India without being bothered and scared and without having to look over my shoulder every second, the whole time I'm on that roadtrip.
6.I'd be able to go and watch a movie alone without having everybody looking at me like I'm some weirdo or a 'sl*t'(that's actually a more suitable word in this scenario).
7.I'd be able to hang out with my friends the whole night and that can be right outside my house without being disturbed or yelled at.
8.I'd be able to eat alone in a restaurant,without getting second looks.
9.My family's 'honour' would not be mine to bear,in my own home or in my in-laws' home or everytime I step out of the house and THAT would be such a relief.
10.I would not be judged for the clothes I choose to wear.
11.The best,I'd be able to say "Because I'm a guy and I can do that" anytime I had no other justifiable answer for my actions.
These were my 11 reaons though I'm sure I can come up with more,maybe next time, BUT I have one great reason I'm grateful I'm a woman and that is being a mother to Abbu,I carried him nine months inside me and that is like the best gift/reward for being born a woman,I guess I can live with that,well,I have no choice.
Happy Women's Day to all the amazing women I know and also to those I haven't had the pleasure of knowing,yet,more power to us.

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Better Off Alone( a poem )

Plum blossoms in Ome shi,Japan

I'm sorry we have grown apart,

sorry you are no more a part,
of my life,my dreams,
sorry we are no more a team.

I'm on my own now and it's a joy ride,
now I don't have to abide,
by your moods and tantrums,
now differently my heart strings strum.

We could've been good,even excellent,
if you were not so indifferent,
for you I'm not going to again fall,
I'm free and I'm standing tall.

I like this freedom,
I feel it suits me,this singledom,
my emotions are not anymore clubbed,
my life I'm going to differently dub.

My skies are no more grey,
I've ceased to wait and to pray
for your call or text,
I'm uncuffed and that's best.

I've found inner peace and it's good,
I don't anymore loathe myself,so glad we're through,
now I will be able to channel my energies,
into working on bettering me.

I confess,you do leave a void,
but I trust my heart will guide,
me to place,far from you,
where the skies are a beautiful hue.

Moving on,moving away,is hard,
it's painful,it cuts like a shard,
but then with you it was like being with a stone,
I'm glad,I believe,I'm better off alone.

        -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*This poem was inspired by the movie '500 days of Summer'. I tend to get carried away when I watch a movie,I feel strongly for the characters.In this particular movie the helplessness of the lead(male)character touched my heart.We all are really so incapable of letting go and also we cannot choose who we love and who we don't,matters of the heart are complex and there can be no explanation to the kind of things we do when we are crazy in love,we fly and we stumble,we cry and we grumble but we never cease to love.But if the feelings are not mutual,then there's a lot of heartache.We cannot force somebody into loving us neither can we switch on and switch off our love for them.So if the person who we are madly in love with doesn't seem to reciprocate the love the way he/she should,then it's best to back off,take time to heal and find someone who feels for us the same way we feel for them.There will be heartache but we have to learn to let go and learn to love again.One should not give up on love,don't you think?