Month: January 2017 (page 2 of 3)

Something Special for Abbu from my friends


This collection of sweet verses were written by dear friends from the Hall of Poets(a community on g+ where I was a moderator) last year… I cherish and appreciate this beautiful gesture,precious times…Abbu of course loves this.

Happy Birthday Abbu

(Seema Tabassum , be proud of your little son! Happy B’day to
our dear Abbu, and may there be many more)

Yumna behn’s words

Let the stars dance
Hey! Don’t miss this chance
A day ahead is…
Full of birthday bliss.

He is an orange ball
For Seema, his love’s so tall
For the party, please make a call
And trio shall set a stall.

Today is his day,
A special day;
Today is his birthday
In a glamourous way.

The flowers will bloom
And balloons will burst and doom.
With love and blessings we’ll loom;
Oh! Someone adorn him as a groom.

As four and four makes eight
And Seema appa bakes a cake …
Nobody shall get late;
To wish this child birthday belate.

And we all sing in harmony:
Seema’s honey shall enjoy in money,
Live long and blessed; this tiny
And smile as a sweet, cute bunny. ^_^

We pray and pray for his long life
That, strong and strong gets his stipe
Sadness and sorrows all shall wipe
And may he get a good well wife

#trio ‘s words :

He pens our wishes
He paints our hopes.
Impelled by the flood
Of the desires of mother
The sun rises from ocean
with a smile on his face

He captivates us with
His artistic charms
May he grow up beyond
what we can imagine

The glee of mother earth
Strengthens its root.
The tree of desires
Shall bear its fruit.

Lost in your charms
we wish you b’day
Lost be our counts
Grow beyond our hopes!

Happy Birthday Abbu, and many many happy returns of the day!

Prerna di’s special words :

“may lord bless your son
like the sun shines in the blue sky”

(c) #pento
Yumnah Razzaq
Kiron Krishnan, Ayurveera Raja, Lord Indra,
And Dr. Prerna Singla 2015

Happy 10th Birthday Abbu (micropoetry)

I cannot believe that it’s been ten years since my most precious moment,Abbu sure is growing too fast for my liking,I miss his baby talk and carrying him around already,I love his sweet voice and dread the day when I’ll miss that too,there’s never enough time to spend together and I hate that he has to go to school,I tell him everyday that it would be great if I could transform into his pencil box and he could carry me with him to school,wouldn’t that be lovely…but then being his mother is the loveliest thing…

P.S. Nowadays it’s very hard to get Abbu to stand still to take a picture.

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read last year’s post that I wrote for his b’day kindly click here. Thank you.

He Was Summer (poem)

`He Was Summer’ was written for a ten-word prompt given by my amazingly talented and kind friend Sumyanna to whom I’m grateful,like I’ve previously said,I love writing for these,I believe I write best when I write for ten-word prompts(just my opinion though),I have loved writing and I hope you like reading.Thank you.

All the colours that
were held in the
knot of summer
that was unfastened
by the winds of change
dispersed
over trees in
the shape of hanging leaves…

they said that this autumn
too appeared
like an unseasonal spring…
I felt like a fool
telling them that
no colours made
themselves visible to me…

my summer was he
and summer had moved on
leaving behind a melancholic song…
and a new kind of somber
made itself home in my world…
the kind even the owls
who had made friends
with the night inside me detested…
and they too took flight…

that ever lasting moment
of his unuttered goodbye
dunked my world…
it’s whole…
into an eerie blue…
my existence…
the blood inside…
my veins…
my eyes too…
all wore blue…

I was always
a corpse…
more near to death
than to life…
perpetually dying
except that summer
when he brought
life and colours to my eyes…
and now his departure
froze even my will
to breathe…
all I felt
saw
breathed
and held was blue…
he was the elite summer
with whom faded all my colours…

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read two micropoems on Autumnal thoughts kindly click here. Thank you.

Lost and Found: A Leaves’ Story (short story/poem)

This short story/poem was written for a ten-word prompt by my very talented and dearest friend Sumyanna who writes amazingly beautiful,do check her blog,it is inspiring and breathtakingly beautiful and I always end up crying at the beauty of her words and I’m deeply grateful to Sum for her friendship and inspiration and prompts which give new dimension to my poetry(in my humble opinion)…
and like I said in my previous posts that I’m still in Autumn mode so this too was written keeping the splendid autumn leaves in mind and though my friend Sumyannna’s prompt requires me to use three words minimum I always use all,it helps my poem expand,some more length is good isn’t it? I’ve loved writing,I hope you like reading.

Two leaf-buds of
different trees…
the tips of the branches
of which
almost managed
to graze each other
each time the wind blew
one towards the other
fell in love
at first sight…
while these leaves
yearned to touch
and hear the other’s voice
waiting was all they did
in addition to
being punished
by the gentle teasing
of the senses
by their shy glances…

waiting through summer and rain
for autumn to wither…
to shed their inhibitions…
to get acquainted…
to finally meet…
to be blown by the wind
to dance together
a waltz or a foxtrot
like in their dreams they did…
they had a doubt too…
wondered if the other
was just as madly in love…
wondered if this
bubble of a world
of which the base
was love
would just pop upon
knowing the other’s heart…
worried if the
death that they now
so desire and looks so sweet
would kill their hearts too…

soon came the autumn wind
and shook them
off of the trees…
they
giddy with anticipation
floated and glided happily…
all worry was laid to rest
when they saw
the same desperation
and eagerness in the other
to reach out to touch…
their hearts were introduced
to a joy and peace
and excitement
they never had expected…
their hearts beat
to the same rhythm
and for brief moments
the leaves swirled together…

but very soon
a violent wind
blew them apart
and carried them
over shaved wheat fields…
one leaf was carried
and mercilessly hooked
to a barbed wire fence…
the other was thrown on a
flowing stream instead…
the leaf that was on the fence
looked helplessly
while the love of it’s now dying life
drifted out of sight…
the other leaf
that was powerless too and
too frail to fight the current
of the running brook
fought in vain to get one last look
but was pushed away ruthlessly…
born for each other they were
but never meant to be…
together…

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read another short story written for a word-prompt kindly click here. Thank you.

Drifting Contemplations: Maple Leaves (senryu/haiku)

I have mentioned in my previous post that I will be posting some writings on Autumn one after the another,I feel bad that I couldn’t do this while the season lasted but I guess there is no point in regretting either,at least I’ll have a nice time reminiscing about the beauty of the season…
Momiji(maple leaf) is breathtaking in Japan,in my humble opinion it is the delicate crown that adorns Autumn’s beautiful head,to me autumn is synonymous with maple leaves and I consider myself very fortunate to have seen them in all their glory in the picturesque country of Japan,it’s been stamped on my heart and mind forever and will always take me to a beautiful place whenever I think of it,in this post I wrote a couple of haiku(s) I hope you like…

I’m still learning this form of Japanese poetry,so if you find there’s need for improvement please don’t hesitate to let me know,constructive criticism is always welcome,thank you very much.I do love composing these and reading others.


with each passing day
dreams of you get more vibrant–

autumn’s maple leaves

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016


autumn winds dried love
withered broken hearts wept grand–

crimson maple leaves

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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All rights reserved.

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.
information courtesy : akitahaiku.com

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To read another post on this form of poetry kindly click here. Thank you.

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