Today is World Poetry Day and here I am celebrating in seclusion…and I’m going to say something that’s been bothering me for ages now, in the spirit of World Poetry Day of course…
If you know me you know that I write about love and heartache, not really motivational stuff and I hate that people need less of art and more of literary serotonin…
I always wonder when poets write quotes on motivation and not poetry and when people lap up those quotes like starved babies, I wonder if our lives are so fucked up that we need to read a quote to help us get out of bed and go about the day…
Of course I too have these times where I need to slide under my skin and use it as blanket and cover my eyes and not speak a word or do anything just breathe if it’s feasible that is but then if you have a kid who needs to be fed and attended to, you cannot even just be…what serves as motivation to me is reading some great poetry, I read and I want to buck up, want to write something better than that and it serves me well…
I feel so full of shit when I write motivational quotes, that’s not me, needless to say I feel equally disgusted when I read `poets’ write motivational quotes, isn’t it the job of motivational speakers to do that…
`the sun is shining, look’, `today is a new day’, `we get only one life’, `you are beautiful, most perfect, accept yourself’ and one that is most used is the famous quote by Carrie Fisher `take your broken heart and make it into art’ you won’t believe how many times this quote must’ve been twisted and published like it was something original, also Rumi’s famous quote `the wound is the place where light enters you’ has been recycled a billion times by many `poets’, I find the audacity admirable…
and yet here I’m sharing two quotes hopefully motivating enough for you, sometimes I feel the need to sell what’s in demand just like how I sell heartache…

Oh yes, I have to say that I am currently on a social networking hiatus, I feel the need to shut everybody out, not interact, just stay away from all the noises that fill my brain, I feel lost in those voices, I feel the need to meet myself and that need is so strong that I can’t bear another sound, I have always been like this, I need to know me from time to time for me is always changing, evolving…
I was not even going to put something here but today being World Poetry Day and also because I had a beautiful time with Abbu(my son), ate refreshing and delicious sandwiches with homemade cottage cheese and homemade potato and garlic mayonnaise(homemade means something I made from scratch) and washed it down with mint tea and cardamom tea and after a long time I felt like myself. I love cooking and cleaning dishes is therapy to me and the house too but when I am writing about three poems a day and reading a hundred home gets neglected and that makes me guilty and that makes me depressed, to not be able to run the house in an organised manner is the biggest reason for the blues to dawn on me and I should be doing something about it, for now I felt like posting this six month old post which was gathering dust in the drafts, I guess it’s time to see light has come and I’m feeling like my time will be here soon when I’ll be breathing easy and living fully and it gets easier because it is summer, yay… I love summer, I love summer, I love summer…

mot3b
The fire that is
burning in you…
devouring you…
making you restless…
use it…
use it as fuel
to move forward…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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mot3ab
Dreams beckon me
call my name…
ask me to chase them…
the vision propels me
I’m running unabashedly…
stepping back is not an option

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