I'm A Mess (a poem)

I'm happy a moment
sad the next

I write to you
but soon enough I delete the text

I worry about your well being
but I hate that about myself

I don't show my concern for you
but that's just pretence

I said so long to your memories
but my mind says it didn't mean it in that context

I don't know how I'll ever cope
just know that in your love I'm a mess

Oh the matters of the heart 
always so complex

-Seema Tabassum(me)

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Picture courtesy:http://m.up-free.com/

I think everybody can relate to this,the people we love,parents,kids,siblings,friends etc. sometimes break our hearts and we never want to do anything with them but we end up feeling more miserable without them,eventually we start looking for ways to mend the relation again,ugh,matters of the heart.



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In Words,We Meet (a poem)

Without fights,outbursts or mood swings,
but,also without sweet nothings.

Can we have a love story,
yes,of you and of me.

I'll hold you tender,I'll hold you dear,
even though my voice you can never hear.

I'll hold you deep in my heart,
even though we are so far apart.

Can we meet,
in our words,in our poems,my sweet.

You write some,
I write some.
     
    -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Please don't ask,sometimes others' lives inspire me,sometimes a song,a movie,a friend's memory who's lost forever,anything but this I especially dedicate to all writers,their pens and their ink.That in the picture is my handwriting,which by the way I love,though this is not my best,this handwriting was written with shaky hands(too much caffeine,my idea of self-destruction) and a truck load of emotions.Oh yes,my handwriting could be my biggest inspiration,when I write I don't feel like stopping(no ballpoint pens for me though).

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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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