Category: Prompt/Writing Challenge (page 2 of 5)

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: My Wishes-You (micropoetry)

Wishes,dreams,hopes that’s what this season is all about,I find myself wishing for more love and love to stay and grow,I know there are many people in the world who must be wishing for love to walk into their lives,hoping that this year would change everything,I was a lifetime ago in the same place myself,desperately wishing for love to take the cold away and fill my world with warmth,so I truly know how lonely this time of the year can feel if you don’t have someone special to spend time with,so here I wrote something keeping that in mind…


If I had wishes
only few…
darling…
I’d still blow
each one on you

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016

‘Tis the time of the year
when everyone’s generous…
you too darling be benevolent
and make your much awaited appearance…
fill my holidays with the warmth
of your precious presence…
light my world with hope
that’ll last till the year next…
please walk through that door
and sprinkle stardust on my gloomy days…
wrap my life with the
ribbon of galaxies that is your caress…
if you cannot stay
then grant me death in your tranquil embrace…
that too will be a wish come true…
the sweetest end

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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For another post on Xmas and wishes kindly click here. Thank you.

Cupid Was Carrying A Gun (poem)

This poem was written for a writing challenge on Instagram for Marilyn Manson’s song `Cupid Carries A Gun’, now what kind of love it must be if Cupid was carrying a gun, an earth-shaking, world-rocking kind of love is what came to my mind, I hope you like my poem.

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Any attempt at making sense
of the chaos in my heart ricocheted failure…
the earthquake that his footsteps caused
in this bloody vessel in my chest
had it’s contents getting tossed around…
…love I thought…would tiptoe…
…feel surreal…
but his love was catastrophic…
I could swear I was sure…
that this damn time…
…Cupid was carrying a gun…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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For an older poem on Fire and Ice kindly click here. Thank you.

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

Supermoon deserves a super tribute,don’t you think? A love story maybe?
There is nothing super about this short story/poem but it was appreciated when I wrote for a photo-prompt contest where I got the first place with the most number of plusses in my community on g+,I’m too bad at picture prompts,with that in my head,I set out to write only because I had to,then the picture started speaking and came this to me,even now I don’t think much about my write but I’m hoping you’ll like…
The following is a screenshot declaring the winners,it was a little something special,served as encouragement to me.

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The fir tree for most of it’s budding years saw only dark
for it was surrounded by taller trees with denser barks…
it slowly with time started growing
and the true colours of the world started showing…
then on a dull night
it saw something bright but thin in the sky…
that crescent triggered unfamiliar emotions
the fir tree’s mind was blown…
in the coming days the tree saw it’s love grow
brighter mysteriously bigger till the crescent became whole…
the tree’s world came to a halt and it swooned
at the sight of the magical full moon…
the tree stretched itself for reaching
the source of light in which it was basking…
it was neither winning nor losing
for it felt pretty blessed to be sighting…
the most beautiful thing there is
it wanted to reach out and kiss…
only the thought of it made the tree blush
but the distance was far too much…
the tree swore by the moon’s glow
that while everyone falls in love it would instead grow…
to be able to touch
the one source of it’s joy and love…
…and to the fir tree and it’s love the moon was oblivious completely
for the moon had a billion more lovers who loved it insanely

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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For another short story written for a ten-word prompt kindly click here.

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