Date: September 18, 2016

Till We Again Meet (poem)

Life is strange,surreal sometimes and other times hits hard,I often am forced to wonder if it is my life that I was living because so much gets eroded when the waves of time hit the shores of life,people,memory,feelings,everything keeps slipping away and we keep on grasping onto new land to pull ourselves out of the tides,the erosion and in the process we let go of precious things,in my case I have forgotten a lot though I remember a lot too,but I wish I could change what my mind chose to remember…
but this poem is not about that,these lines are my core feelings when I really sit and recall having my Dad in my life,where I’m sure that it was this life that he was in for his presence was so surreal but the ache in my heart recognises the void and I only have a hope that sustains me through sinking times…the hope of meeting him again,the hope of an eternal togetherness…
this is for my Daddy from the bottomest part of the abyss that is this heart without him…till we again meet…

My heart’s so miserable it bleeds
on the emptiness the grief feeds…
your name’s forever on my heartbeat
the bleeding won’t cease till we again meet…
I’m big now and standing on my feet
but in my life you I’ll always miss deep…
the void in my life screams…it’s echoes I feel
I wish it was your voice that echoed I’d forever keep…
I wish I had your hand to hold and you to lead
now the bleeding won’t cease till we again meet…

©Seema Tabassum 2015
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For another poem of mine on how I feel about my father and his absence kindly click here.

Lost Forever

Lost forever…
though I have not as many memorable moments
as I should have and his voice eludes my memory
I have a mountain of anger and a sea of love
for this man from who I come…
I loathe the fact that he was never around
and long to know more about him and so
I love everybody who have him in their memories
for his memories are precious…
I’d die to know him more
now as an adult to understand him more
would die to know the fine nuances that made him special
though his absence is eternal now
his presence is equally persistent…
he lives in me through these handful of memories
that my mind has managed to hang on to…
he is a constant in my life after his demise
ironically he was not always around due to his work when he was alive…
my struggle mostly is not knowing much about this icon of a man
and knowing very little to judge him well
and with the fact that I don’t know how much of him I have in me
of what I am carrying forward of his…
I wonder what traits of him my son has
it is disheartening to see my son and not find my Dad in him
he may have a bit of my father in him but the pain is I don’t recognise that
….all I have to say is that I can never get over my Daddy…
for I carry him in me…he is a constant will always be…
will never leave…I carry him in my heart,he is alive still,as long as my heart beats he is alive,
I know that and if my son longs for my presence after I’m gone as much as I long for my Dad’s
I’ll consider myself successful and my time on earth fruitful,meaningful

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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