Songbirds (poem)

October 23, 2017 / / 1,512 Comments

There are a thousand different kinds of songbirds in this world and each bird’s song is different from the other, it’s strange how while we humans appreciate the diversity in nature we do not tolerate diversity in our ideas, opinions, voices, way of living.
This world is notorious for calling every body who is different, weird, someone with a voice, opinionated, people with a different way of looking at things, crazy and each day we are taught to fall in line, to be ‘normal’, to be like everyone else. We learn gradually to force ourselves to suppress our voices for fear of being abandoned but those small songbirds that we admire very much teach us an important lesson, to sing our own song. We should pay heed I say, it’s high time we start singing and dancing to our own tunes, the world will fall in line eventually …

Life had suppressed
my voice for too long …
then one day in my ears
poured a little bird it’s song …
a lightning within
my soul struck …
jolting me from my slumber up …
the small insignificant bird
taught me a big lesson …
to put my song out there
for the world to listen …
since then I’ve been singing myself hoarse …
never to lose my voice again
is now my main focus

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017

Beautiful is you
when you do what you love

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
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All rights reserved.

To read two micro poems on motivation kindly click here. Thank you.

Welcome to my world. I hope you like my work and if you do please leave a comment, my website is self-hosted so the regular like button and some features are missing, until you leave me words I won’t know if you liked my poetry, so please, but only if you are compelled by my words to. Thank you. I hope to see you again, do visit.

P.S. I have told you in one of my recent posts that I will be putting pictures of my art journal(not really great) here along with the posts and so I have here, only poetry is not art enough to me I’ve discovered. I will hopefully get better at this journaling with a little practice and trial and error so please bear with me, thank you.

Tenerife Sea (poem)

October 18, 2017 / / 3,714 Comments


Tenerife Sea

I am the sand spread
throughout the shores
of the Tenerife Sea …
patiently waiting to
hear the tread of
your shoes on me …
they say hope
keeps the
world running …
similarly the hope
of seeing you someday
keeps me burning …

I wish you bring your feet
soon to me my beloved
before I burn to glass …
I will be looking for you
on these vessels
which from here everyday pass

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016
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To read another post on love and summer kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you like my work and if you do please leave a comment, my website is self-hosted so the regular like button and some features are missing, until you leave me words I won’t know if you liked my poetry, so please, but only if you are compelled by my words to. Welcome to my world and I hope to see you again. Thank you.

P.S. I have told you in one of my recent posts that I will be putting pictures of my art journal(not really great) here along with the posts and so I have here, only poetry is not art enough to me I’ve discovered. I will hopefully get better at this journaling with a little practice and trial and error so please bear with me, thank you.

She Was An Aubade (poem)

October 15, 2017 / / 728 Comments

Aubade is a beautiful word which means
1 :a song or poem greeting the dawn
2 a :a morning love song
b :a song or poem of lovers parting at dawn
3 :morning music
source : https://www.merriam-webster.com/


SHE WAS AN AUBADE

a humble wildflower
bent when it rained …
flirted with the sun
like a sunflower
beaming at it throughout …
swayed with the wind when it blew …
in the night held dew drops and
when the moonlight fell on her
she did shine like a midnight moonstone …
and when the first lambent sunrays
touched those dew drops …
she herself looked like an aubade …
unlike a lily or a rose
she didn’t have a scent of her own …
but she too craved attention and gradually
with her resilience this wildflower
charmed the universe …
from being insignificant to becoming
the song of this garden of sounds where she dwelled
this little one was growing …
disturbed never the madness inside her
she grounded it deep in her roots to
hold on tightly to the initially reluctant mud …

… in her world which was dominated by rose gold hues
this muted flower stood out for it’s persistent aura

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
All images and content copyright 2017
All rights reserved.

P.S. I have told you in one of my recent posts that I will be putting pictures of my art journal(not really great) here along with the posts and so I have, only poetry is not art enough to me I’ve discovered. I have myself painted the wildflowers and weeds here( I am so happy doing this), I will hopefully get better at this journaling with a little practice and trial and error so please bear with me, thank you.

To read another post on a Sunday like this on another resilient thing called love kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you like my work and if you do please leave a comment, my website is self-hosted so the regular like button and some features are missing, until you leave me words I won’t know if you liked my poetry, so please, but only if you are compelled by my words to. Welcome to my world and I hope to see you again. Thank you.

Someone Special (micro poem)

October 14, 2017 / / 1,232 Comments

Someone special is he who stays forever and Daddy does, in many hearts.

This year September 17th was my father’s 23rd Death Anniversary and it never gets easy, I wonder how can it not, how even after so many years, even after forgetting how his voice sounded, I haven’t healed any. I sometimes wonder if subconsciously I don’t want to, but then it is not in my hands that I cannot forget or recall, I wish it was, I would change how it cripples me to think of his sudden death, his last minutes of his life all alone in a pool of blood and struggle marks on his always well polished brown boots haunt me forever, maybe if he had died in front of me or died because of ill health I wouldn’t miss him much, I am not sure but I do wonder.
Thinking about his last minutes, wondering if death came easy, if he was unconscious when he died or if he was conscious and in great pain with difficulty breathing, wondering if it was even an accident, I cannot, just cannot breathe, I don’t mean to put it all out here, I try to keep it light but then it all comes back to me and I suffer, I don’t expect all to understand but it hurts like hell, I live in a dark place in spite of light around me, his loss, his absence, his death, his words will haunt me forever, maybe haunt is not even the right word, he will forever live in my breaths here, forever, maybe it will make him happy to see how profound an effect he had on me, maybe he lives through me.
As for me I just hope and wish he knows that to me this world has a gigantic hole without him, that he is still someone’s most treasured.
I have been putting off writing this, just his thought, his name and my world scatters again. He was and will always be most special, special maybe because I know so little of him, an enigma my father is and my interest in knowing all of him will never subside, he’ll always remain a mystery, a void in my existence …

Some people come and never leave …
some people leave to never come …
some take a place in your heart …
some take the whole heart with them
leaving behind just a pumping lump …

©Seema Tabassum 2015
©lifeshues.org 2015
All images and content copyright 2015
All rights reserved.

P.S. I have told you in one of my recent posts that I will be putting pictures of my art journal(not really great) here along with the posts and so I have, only poetry is not art enough to me I’ve discovered. Kindly take a nice look at my journal, it smiles when someone looks at it’s pages, you’ll make it and me happy, and I will hopefully get better at this journaling with a little practice and trial and error so please bear with me, thank you.

To read another post on some personal stuff, on how drowning feels kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you like my work and if you do please leave a comment, my website is self-hosted so the regular like button and some features are missing, until you leave me words I won’t know if you liked my poetry, so please, but only if you are compelled by my words to. Welcome to my world and I hope to see you again. Thank you.

A Small Note For His Birthday

October 3, 2017 / / 2,125 Comments

August 25th was my husband’s 42nd birthday, as luck would have it my internet connection was bad that day, then the birthday was belated and as always I was lost doing other stuff and posting this note for his birthday got delayed. Also I haven’t been around, I was busy with Instagram and life and a new hobby, journaling, I love doing creative stuff, only poetry was not fun enough I guess, so I did some art and fell for the process, hopefully from now on all my posts are going to have pictures of my journal page on which the poem in the post will be written, I hope you find this good enough, of course there is a lot to learn and practice, so please bear with me, thank you very much.
This is kind of a letter or a poem addressed to my hubby or talking about my hubby, I don’t know, this is what I wrote and I am putting this up because this was pure emotion, I didn’t edit anything, just put it the way it came to me.
Below this is a video of my honey riding an Enfield 350cc bike, I love watching him ride it, also reminds me of my father, he used to ride an Enfield too, so I am fangirling over my hubby in the video and always (smiles) …

this Urdu song from an Indian movie fits perfectly in our story, Masha Allah, rough translation to the song in the background is as follows (I don’t claim to be an expert) :
what has life conspired
all my heart’s desires have come true …
one wish I had and it reached you my God
how did you hear my silence my God …
this obsession of mine has brought me near to you …
this obsession is mercy from you my God …

a friend of mine wrote a poem about someone who’s child like and caring and instantly my mind is drawn to you, to the things you love, your gentle hands that pour out love when they touch my face, I can feel the love in your veins, how you water that plant of your’s diligently and even when you are away you worry about it, how your eyes light up each time you see a leaf of it sprouting, how you are more of a mother to Abbu, how you worry if he’s safe and if he ate, how you clean your stuff and how you love our things just like I do, how you fall in love with everything I bring home and how you bring stuff for home even if we can’t spare an inch of space, how our dreams are the same, how you’ve changed over the years to accommodate me, how you’ve dyed yourself in colours of me, how you’ve painted me in your beautiful colours, how you are so athletic, reflexive and nimble, how you are so soft spoken and intensely funny, how you crack me up, how you mimic people, how you are such a riot, how you don’t show that you’re tired even after a long day, how you see us and your face lights up, how you are constantly giving and giving yourself in a million ways, how you tell me that you love my writing most. I could go on but I love most that you are you, love you honey …

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
All images and content copyright 2017
All rights reserved.

To read another post which I posted last year for his birthday kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you like my work and if you do, kindly leave a comment, my website is self-hosted so the regular like button and some features are missing, until you leave me words I won’t know if you liked my poetry, so please, but only if you are compelled by my words to. Welcome to my world and I hope to see you again. Thank you.

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