Month: January 2017 (page 1 of 3)

A Forever Of Free Falling (poem)

I know that in my last post I said that I’ll be writing for winter and here I am writing `one lazy summer afternoon’ but this poem is not about the season it’s about the free falling that love is,sometimes hearts land on soft sands,sometimes drown,sometimes shatter upon hitting hard ground…
I say love is more like hovering over a black hole,knowing very well that our existence will get sucked up but we venture near the black hole anyway,isn’t that stupid,but aren’t we helpless,poor souls us driven by this tiny organ that itself falls but the whole of us has to bear the brunt,but then would life be as sweet without love and the agony that it is,would there be poetry,I don’t think so…

I hope you enjoy my free falling,please read in leisure,that’s all I ask of you,give my poem time,just be with it for a couple of minutes,thank you.

One lazy summer afternoon
that is all we had in common…
one lazy summer afternoon
where we got drunk on our words
a respite from the silence of our worlds…
one lazy summer afternoon
bled the skies love at the horizon
dripping tainting the seas in forbidden hues…
one lazy summer afternoon
when our whispers lifted us up
entangled our distant sunsets forever…
since then it’s just been free falling…
I’ve been free falling…
no strings attached
I learnt is more agonizing
than choking on love
bound with his eyelashes…
it’s going to be
a forever of free falling…
this love so tantalizing…
makes desirable this free falling…
this love…
a forever of free falling…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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To read another poem on love kindly click here. Thank you.

Aki Momiji (Autumn’s Maple Leaves) haiku

Aki is Autumn in Japanese and Momiji is maple leaf…and this ladies and gentlemen is probably my last post this year on Autumn,it is time for my heart’s transition from Autumn to Winter and I shall(hopefully) make it obvious through my poetry here…

This haiku was written for an event where I had to write for a dear friend and she was gracious enough to reply to me through poetry,now we’re working as a team for Poetry For Peace

Manuelle Augustine lives in Japan and I have lived in Japan and that is our biggest connection though not the only reason for why I love her immensely,she’s the sweetest soul,a great poet,passionate about poetry and people,is gentle,most patient and very beautiful,our friendship is unconditional and a bit painful for me because her pain from her poetry moves me and because I feel for her deeply and at one point we almost lost each other in this sea of people but we’re working together and it’s great that I get to interact with her more…


atashii tachi
no yuujou ga setsunai–
aki mimoji

あたし たち
の ゆうじょう が せつない–
あき もみじ


our friendship
too painful and bleeds–
autumn’s maple leaves

©Seema Tabassum 2015
© 2015
© 2015


Written by +Manuelle Augustine​​

My Dearest Ever Sweet Loving Seema

Drowned in my deepest seas
I lost me…
Forgive that I fly away in the skies…
Your friendship I treasure along with time…
No words could suffice my gratitude to thine…

Atashi tachi
no yuujou ga setsunaii–
aki momiji…
happa kaze ni notte
oozora takaku

あたし たち
の ゆうじょう が せつない–
あき もみじ…
はっぱ かぜ に のって
おおぞら たかく

Our friendship
painful and bleeds
autumn maple leaves
Leaves blown away by the wind
high above the wide blue skies

©Manuelle Augustine 2015

Seema-Manuelle Japanese-English Haiku

To understand the significance of Momiji in Japan kindly read this elaborate post The Japanese And Their Love Affair With The Maple Tree,I’ll also take the liberty to say that only if you’ve lived in Japan can you understand how deeply it’s embedded in their culture and hearts…

Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 morae (or on), in three metrical phrases of 5, 7 and 5 morae respectively,these typically contain a kigo, or seasonal reference, and a kireji, or verbal caesura(cutting word).English-language haiku poets think of this as a Japanese form of poetry generally (but not always) consisting of 17 syllables, usually within three lines, with 5, 7 and 5 syllables.In Japanese, haiku are traditionally printed in a single vertical line, while in English these usually appear in three lines, to parallel the three metrical phrases of the Japanese form. The essential element of form in English-language is that each haiku is a short one-breath poem that usually contains a juxtaposition of images.Most writers prefer poems that refer to nature and social events, but some of them don’t always place an exacting seasonal word in the poem. Furthermore, a few of them compose on one or two lines in less than 17 syllables. Currently the majority of poems in this form are written in 11 short syllables in a 3-5-3 format.
Senryu is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 or fewer morae (or on) in total. However, senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while the other is more serious. Unlike haiku, senryu do not include a kireji or verbalcaesura (cutting word), and do not generally include a kigo, or seasonal word.It is often said that both forms can be funny, but that if it’s funny, it’s probably senryu. Both can be about nature, but if it’s about nature, it’s probably a haiku. In addition, both can be about nature or human nature. Both can be serious or humorous/satirical. A serious poem about nature is certainly a haiku. And a funny/satirical poem about human nature is certainly a senryu.
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To read other haiku that I wrote on autumn again kindly click here. Thank you.

To My Dearest Abbu (micropoetry)

The two poems here were written for my dearest Abbu,the second poem(my very first poem for Abbu)was a request from Abbu when he was little and he was very happy that I wrote him one…

Ten years ago
a blessing
was bestowed
upon me…
hold that dear still…
like I’m hanging
on to life

©Seema Tabassum 2017
© 2017

With his charm will get under your skin
with every look he gives me my world spins…
many a heart he does win
I personally love his beautiful chin…
he is the kind who never gives in
holds head high through thick and thin…
I pray that he stays away from any kind of sin
pray that in this world and in the Hereafter he wins…

©Seema Tabassum 2011
© 2011
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To read a post on something special that my hubby and son wrote for me kindly click here.

Better Mornings Best (poem)

`Better Mornings Best’ was written to Abbu(my ten year old kid) when he was eight years old,had to put this here on this blog,I still do feel this way and when I read this it gives me great joy to realize that Abbu hasn’t changed much,still very loving and sweet…

Dearest Abbu,
I see your pretty face first thing in the morning
and my morning’s automatically Good…
I see your hair flying in front of my face on the bike while I drive you to school
and I get to be so close to you almost like hugging you from behind all along the way
and I hear you speak in that sweetheart honey voice and
my morning’s Better…
I drop you and come home and it’s so quiet and peaceful and I’m not running
you are not here making any noise and my morning’s Best!!!…
But honestly I like Better mornings best
Love you and miss you and blow a thousand kisses to you when you are not around…
hate the silence that comes with your absence though you know how much I love quiet.
Will see you soon though…
in just some hours.

With Love,

This is for my sweetheart Abbu,it’s so quiet when he’s gone that I can hear my heartbeat and I get most of my stuff done but I like when I have to ask him to keep it low,those noises I love to no end.Such a doll Abbu is,from time to time he’ll come out of his room and kiss me and go back to what he was doing before.Sometimes I wonder if he needs to kiss and hug me or he does that because he knows I do.
Life is good,MashaAllah and Alhumdulillah(Thank God),thanks to the love and joy his little hands,beautiful eyes,sweet voice bring.

To read another very personal poem/musings kindly click here. Thank you.

Something Special for Abbu (from our very special friend)

This short but very sweet poem was written by my friend who has become Abbu’s(my ten year old son) friend too and Abbu and I love reading his poems and the great posts he shares on his BLOG,this beautiful gesture is most appreciated…

“Shub Naya Baras”
…or a dance for my young friend Abbu

Far from the pleasures of snow
There is my young friend Abbu
who, towards the starry vault, blew
a gaiety morning breeze like a rebirth
The most white and wonderful ice floe
was formed on a part of the Earth
All the fallen stars dance for Bada din
giving to all children a broad grin

2016 ~ © M2L – Manache Poetry

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