Date: March 31, 2017

Meaning To My Life (poem)

We all have things in the past, demons inside our heads, insecurities, shortcomings, complexes and a sense of purpose, all these we choke on and we need to find release, something that diverts yet propels us in the direction where we can find some kind of a mutual ground between dreams and reality, if we’re lucky the escape becomes the meaning to our life. In a minuscule way I have kind of stumbled upon that mutual ground is what I like to think, I maybe wrong though, for I can see not the big picture and also life is notorious for being unpredictable.


I once woke up looking for the meaning to my life
and strangely thought I’ll find it near the sea…
the waves would look for it and come
running back with empty hands to me…
I didn’t have it in me then
the patience to chase it any more…
I went back to my mind-slumber
and retreated back into my chaos…

soon enough I was choking on my
thoughts feeling constrained in my mind…
I had to release those before
my sanity was jeopardised…
I instinctively wrapped my fingers around a pen
and my fingertips bled words…
the blotches on my pages was the meaning to my life
coming back to me over time in these blood spurts

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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Drifting Contemplations: Borrowed Lovers (micropoetry)

The first micro-poem here in this Borrowed Lovers’ post was written for a writing challenge on Instagram where we had to write for Jonas Blue’s song Perfect Strangers, we could write keeping the mood of the song in mind or simply for a word from the song or a line, to me borrowed lovers felt more likely to become perfect strangers, that is what I read from the video, well don’t blame me if I’m wrong, my muse is a little twisted, she reads too much and beyond into everything, plus she likes melancholy, the second micro-poem too was written for a prompt, I did love writing, I hope you enjoy reading.


How do you love someone
you know you have to let go…
…like you love someone
you have to let go…
…intensely…
…breathlessly…
pour a lifetime of love…
into those numbered moments…
…rental hearts…
…permanent memories…
…borrowed lovers…
become
…perfect strangers…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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Love never came
riding storms…
or stayed long…
just momentarily
glistened on their skins
in raindrops

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Toxic (poem)

Toxic was written for a writing challenge on Instagram where we had to write for Rayvon Owen’s song Air, we could write keeping the mood of the song in mind or simply for a word from the song or a line, these words just came to me and I had fun writing, I hope you enjoy reading.


I refuse to breathe the air that
doesn’t have your fragrance…
…to me it is toxic…
I find myself gasping for breath…
drowning in the vacuum of this nothingness…
I’ll breathe easy only when
you are in my vicinity…
this distance is killing me…
…no I don’t accept this air…
don’t want it reaching my lungs…
unless it is enriched with your touch…
I refuse to breathe this air…
unless I have your breath on my face…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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Drifting Contemplations: You (micropoetry)

Micropoetry I always found tough and I remember being amazed at people who squeeze in a ton of meaning into a handful of words, writing for prompts too I found difficult, there was a time in my life, when I initially had started writing again after ages, I would write for myself, I wasn’t on any social media then and I would write what came to me and it was great, I wasn’t writing everyday but I was totally in sync with my inside, my poetry was all heart and I thought it should be that way, then I started blogging, I got on social media to promote my blog and joined poetry communities, wrote for a picture prompt first time, still think that I suck at writing for picture prompts, pictures don’t speak to me, then one of my dearest friend Sumyanna encouraged me to write for ten-word prompts or a line, I didn’t want to write because I thought if it was not from the heart I shouldn’t write, but she asked me to treat prompts like exercise in writing and I gave it a shot and honestly my best poetry has come from writing for her ten-word prompts, on Instagram I have to write for prompts everyday, now I think that if I hadn’t written for these prompts I would never have written some of my best work and that would be a shame, sometimes I have to write a 11-word story or a 6-word story and from there is born a whole new poem if you elaborate the short writes, so I’m glad that I have gotten used to writing for prompts but a little sad that my real voice I have lost somewhere, of late poems don’t come to me like they used to, I mean poems from my mind, through my observation, most of the poetry now is all just an exercise…
the following micropoetry was written for prompts then I have written bigger poems using these very same micropoems, which I shall post soon, I hope you like what you read.


Leave me wrecked
in your wake

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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You are not just
my sweet serendipity…
you are my calling

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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