Smash Me Orange (poem)

January 15th is my son's birthday and this year he turned ten...orange is his most favourite colour...

Orange is the colour

that binds him and me

orange I craved for

when he was growing inside me

orange is his favourite colour even now

orange is the light that is he

bright orange coloured his dreams

orange tinted his cheeks

tangy sweet bright his persona

fragrance of orange his words for me

orange is the colour that binds

mother and son and spreads happy

orange tinted skies he summons

orange like the sun he is bright and glee

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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

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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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A Reflection,Confession

I bled on these pages and no one cared
I grew distant from people who were always there
I'm giving up this pursuit this running
I'm losing in all of this precious something

i started with these thoughts,hoping to make a poem but a poem will be a poem and no one will understand if i'm simply writing or really mean,so i stopped.
There was a time before all of this i breathed and lived,like really lived in the moment,not trying to act as if i'm living that minute while my mind is occupied with something else,usually about poetry.

I just realised when my son said something,my hubby and he are on a trip,again without me,i asked my son if he missed me and he replied,"No,Mum,you're never really there" and that hit me hard,i had some time to reflect on what i'm doing and why and where is this taking me,i have only one answer....AWAY....away from family,from my life,my all, that i over the years built so meticulously....my son used to give me cards as trophies implying that i'm his hero and Mother Teresa but now he doesn't really think about me much or highly...i can see the distances growing,my hubby... i have no words when i think of him,i'm running after people who don't care if i exist or not and forgetting someone who's been through hell and more for me,who fought for me,who never gave up on me,who made me his sun and shines when i smile,and if i look at him will blush like a teenager....i was never ambitious,i was content being a wife,his wife,i only wanted to be his wife and nothing else,i was content being a mother,that was my ambition,being a mother,a good mother,now i don't know how my son who had me on a pedestal thinks no big deal of me,it started with poetry,i always had a superiority complex,still do,still think nobody can work like me or is organised like me,but writing no,there are great poets here,who write beyond beautiful and are in hundreds and i'm lost,sometimes i have to look some words up,so it just hit me,that i am really nothing,wasting my time,i thought my blog will be fabulous but it is lost in the crowd here,there are people here with ten thousand followers and a thousand likes on one post while i ...i'm like the scum of the pond, i feel that way,there are people who are really kind to me and read and leave sweet words but i know that they are only being kind,i wanted to be someone people will wake up to and check first,to see what next,i do that,check so many here,i wanted to be someone's light,i thought i wrote great but now i know reality,i can never be what i thought i could be because then i was a frog in a well,happy thinking that is all,but the world is different,there are tons of talented people and i'm just wasting my time here,
if we have to go anywhere my hubby asks me if i can make time,that has become me,i don't know how or when but i've become that,selfish,engrossed in my own world,neglecting my life support thinking i'll do without and now it's killing me to see,my lifelines adjusting,surviving and thriving through my absence and i'm still stuck wondering if i missed a post or a mention,losing sanity over nothing that makes a difference to anybody,getting lost in virtual while life is passing me by,i've had time to think about what i'm doing,i'm getting lost in the ink of others,i should be less involved,i'm probing people's lives,getting to know the fragrance and the dirt and that is impacting my life,in the now,i have no life i can boast about.
Abbu(son) and me used to go shopping every weekend,buy groceries and books,home accessories,something,anything,that was our bonding,we'd discuss what looks nice or is a good read or how it was rubbish,then eat a snack,eat desserts....Taher(hubby) though always busy we'd squeeze in family time,now there's still family time only i am missing....i wonder how and what prompted me to start a blog,i wanted everyone to read my poetry,i thought only few people write poems,i was naive,now it's like the whole world writes poetry and i'm nothing special,infact i'm not even good...i've lost,i gave in to the devil,feeding my ego,i wanted to prove something to the world and i've proved that i'm a fool to think i'll make a difference or matter or people will look out for me,here even friends who call me family don't care,facebook no one even bothers to read anymore because i cannot make time to interact with them and those are my childhood friends,nobody cares to share,i wonder what kind of friends are they,they share mundane jokes and stale quotes but not my writes,none,sigh....for some strange reason i feel betrayed,not justified i know but i have to let this out lest it kills me,i was wandering this past year doing God knows what i recall only running...i have friends here on Google who've been here only one year and i have been here for 18 months now,and they have achieved far more than me,it's crazy,i never compare myself with anybody but this does show something if i cannot see it'll be ignorant and delusional of me...i see rather clearly,.....now i need to make changes,i am going to,how and what i know not,for now this will be my last post this year,will take time to reflect on my life,ofcourse things will change,you'll see less of me maybe,i don't know,i'll try to figure out how to manage time,while my babies were away i did realise how stupid i was to run behind a phantom and forget my moon,stars and rainbows...this phantom that is you i will get inspired by and write my poems so i'm not complaining,i'm stepping back some and will see how it helps my life,needed to write this,get it off my chest,need to breathe,exhale,release and live...if you are like me i hope you realise priority soon and not get carried away,basically i'm giving up,giving up running behind a shadow,craving for attention or fame(i know a big word)...i'm giving it all up...
Wishing you all a a very Happy New Year,hope i still have a place to go back to after all,and no place like home,hope to see you soon and well,please take care,God bless.
See You in the next year.Take Care.Babye.

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Drifting Contemplations: Your Eyes (micropoetry)

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Sunday-not my quote day,December 20th 2015...my perspective (a poem)

It is the time of the year to give gifts,make resolutions,be thankful.
Today's quote is 
"The most important gifts you can give are your love,time and attention.Slow down,take time to smile and enjoy loved ones...life goes by way too fast"
-Carla White

Time Is The Best Gift

Time the most precious gift
one can ever give
when you give time
you give part of your life
so when you want to show you care
for your loved ones some minutes you spare
get out go out there
put time on a platter for them be there
reach out and show
how you love them forevermore
time gone never returns
take this time to show your cherished ones
how your days are bright because of their presence
show all who matter family and friends
trust me time and words will suffice
don't deny your special ones smiles
go blatant go loud
go out and shout
profess your love from mountaintops
scream your lungs out
make them feel special
give them words and time make it essential
give it freely
to the ones you love deeply
no better gift than time there is
trust me give time and give them and yourself some moments of bliss
some moments to cherish
will last even long after you perish
give time give part of your life
make time live sublime
spread smiles
make your life worthwhile

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Albatross (a poem)

My steps 
were light
effervescent 
was my heart

You punched 
a hole
all the bubbles 
were let out

Now they 
all ask 
why I get 
tired so easily

It's my heart
it's a burden now
it's gotten too 
heavy to carry

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Luminary (a poem)

Now where was I 
that I realised not
it was night  and full moon
lost in your thoughts was I
maybe yes or how could I
miss so much
miss did I
missed you yes
and missed much I guess
missed what you ask
missed what I wonder
if I knew exactly what I miss
and what hurts I'd fix it
fix what you ask
fix what I wonder
the hole in the heart I guess
the hole in my heart
or the whole heart
which you ask
which I wonder
which and what and why
all questions no replies
just floating away
into oblivion is how I feel
was I alive I'll wonder when I die
if loving you every minute
day after day is being alive
then I've lived and HOW
if live did I why do I feel so numb
numb is it or dead is it
if dead and numb it is
then why does it hurt
if hurt it is then alive am I
if alive am I then what did I do
except just getting lost in thoughts of you
just lost
wonder if you'll find

luminary you
when I'm lost in thoughts of you
like the waters reflecting the moonlight
I shine sublime

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Release (a poem)

He asked 
why I 
write
I wondered 
if he didn't 
know still

I said
I write 
because
I need 
release
I cannot
contain 
this love
I have to
let it flow
I have to
let it spill

for if
such
immense 
love
stays
i know
it will

strangulate
my heart
it will
poison me
it will kill

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My Obsession (a poem)

The object of my obsession
my heart's ultimate destination
my source of inspiration
my idea of self-destruction
is not even a vision
a mere illusion
that causes brain stimulation
a very serious condition
because of hyper imagination
while also evoking sensation
infact a massive explosion
capable of bringing down a nation
with the sheer desperation
and a mountain of determination
to touch the root cause of my fascination
only to burst like a bubble.....
Oh the aspiration
  -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Early Text (a poem)

Dedicated to my friend,Karen Balm

Early morning read your text

this b'day is unlike the rest

anxiously I don't have to wait

to see if I got the message

this morning won't be needing sugar in my tea

because I had your message waiting for me

it's good not having to wait for a change

my joy today I cannot contain

thank you for your early text

a great start to this day   now I can enjoy the rest

otherwise you'd be at the back of my mind

now I can really unwind

not that having you at the back of my mind is a bad thing

but atleast I won't be anxious everytime my phone rings

I'm going to be elated all day

from the phone now I can stay away

there could be no better gift

my day is great   your early text did the trick

  -Seema Tabassum(me)

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This poem was written about four years ago when my friend Karen Balm,texted me a birthday wish early in the day,i always looked forward to her texts on my b'day and i would anxiously wait for her call or text sometimes all day,hoping she'd call soon.But one particular year she texted early and made my day and this poem followed.Incidentally this year too I received an early text.Thanks Karen. (*_*)

Divided (a poem)

If every moment of your life
becomes a memory that kills
some bring smiles and warmth
while some bring chills

If every minute you lived
becomes your story
some haunt you like nightmares
some become the sources of your glee

If every person you met
stays with you like God sent
for some you've been rigid
for some you've bent

If every place you've been to
becomes home to you
some less treasured
while some forever stay with you

If you are divided into pieces
and scattered are those all
how will you find the strength to live
and the will to go on

Where will you find solace
if you're broken down into pieces and kind
how will future find you
if everything you've loved is behind

if you keep going back in time

  -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Sunday-not my quote day,November 1st 2015...my perspective (a poem)

I would alter nothing of the journey made,for it is in this road travelled that the sweetest of lessons are learnt.
-Truth Devour,Wantin

Live Undaunted & Without Regrets

Never regret cause when you regret
you insult the steps you take
the choices you made
which might have just been great
just that in the chronology of life
end up looking like mistakes they might
but better throwing caution to the wind
than wondering what might have been
so better be disappointed than live wondering
never regret and live undaunted
don't let your past mistakes haunt
what is gone
cannot be undone
erase it and move on
with everyday a new sun
don't let anything or anyone
bog you down
stand your own ground
take a stand don't look around
for anybody's support or strength
stand your own and you will in time gain
all the strength you needed to
live undaunted and let nothing stop you
you can get what you seek
if you don't fall weak
don't let anyone tell you otherwise
just listen to your heart which knows the price
that you pay to do what you like
look bad you might
may also leave you alone this world
if you don't follow the rules they hurl
but you live undaunted
independent unperturbed
live for the future so no regrets
keep moving till where you need to get
after all the world is going to anyways criticise
so might as well leave them to scrutinise
you go on go ahead
live undaunted make no mistakes
the one you made own up to them
but never regret those are all gems
that adorn this journey that is life
will shine bright and show you the light
that will forever guide
so live undaunted and without regrets
give this life your best

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Autumn Left (a poem)

Memories gathered
by sensuous lips
whispering sweet lullabies

A continuous tide of
times gone by
captured inside her eyes

Unlike autumn leaves
memories invincible
in vain she tries

her whispers unheard
thick fog of distance hinders
in silence she cries

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A prompt is a line or lines,a word,a picture that is used by a poet as inspiration to write,like an exercise,here the first two stanzas were the prompt from my friend whose poems you can read on http://inkinthewell.wordpress.com and the two stanzas after those are mine,together these make a collaborative poem

Sunday-not my quote day,October 25th 2015...my perspective (a poem)

"I don't have anything to prove to anybody,which is a lovely place to be"
-Edward Norton

You Need Not

Mute those voices
pay no heed
trust yourself
live free
don't crave acceptance
others' minds not your territory
don't let them affect you
when none agrees
break these shackles
don't make your vulnerability
your Achilles' heel
-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Sunday-not my quote day,October 18th 2015...my perspective (a poem)

"The purpose of life is not to be happy.It is to be useful,to be honourable,to be compassionate,to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Make A Difference

Bring light to someone's life
bring colours to their day
bring tears of joy to someone's eyes
bring smiles to their face
bring love to someone's heart
bring peace to someone's soul
bring a flood of positivity on your part
and depth of wisdom galore
with your special touch
make a substantial difference live as such
start with a kind word   yes just that much
shine bright   illuminate everything that you touch
- Seema Tabassum(me)

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Drifting Contemplations: Something Silly (poor you)

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Something Silly is well,silly,has nothing to do with anything with my life...at all.Just for laughs.Hope you find it as amusing at I do.