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Inkomplete Without You (poem)

Inkomplete Without You

I made a quill of my eyelashes
and wrote on the ground on which you walk …
hoping the tears and ink and blood
will make you in your footsteps stop …
but you walked all over my poetry
and left footprints in ink …
now I am going to frame our work
it’s a masterpiece under sensibilities’ draping…
my ink…your footprints

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016

This poem is to celebrate today, for today I complete three years of my blogging gig and it is special and though I’m nowhere near where I thought I’d be when last year I celebrated two years of blogging, I definitely am way ahead than where I thought I’d be when I first started out…..ahead in the sense, I learnt a ton from all you amazing people.
I have to thank each one of you here for your love, inspiration, kindness, motivation, words, poems, time and every single ‘like’ on anything I wrote, thanks a ton for your friendship, means a lot to me, I hope to stay here and be able to contribute more, read and learn and grow more, please stay with me on this journey, love this place for I met you here.
THANKS A MILLION for every kind and generous gesture, grateful eternally.
(would like to add I am no artist but I felt like drawing, found this beautiful picture of a painting on Pinterest and drew that here)

P.S. Inkomplete, the poem and sketch were done last year on the same day but I didn’t share it here, I had to today.

UPDATING (poem)

…UPDATING…
I’m constantly running…
without a minute for me to stop…
can switch myself off to numb…
for numb is easy and emotions cripple…
so I run scared that if I don’t
I might end up feeling…
and I know feeling won’t be easy…
feeling will become overwhelming…
but there comes a moment
when I to the noise inside me succumb…
it grows a mouth and roars
and it’s teeth rip my heart…
in that moment I stand in front of
all my demons…
they crush and wrench my soul…
squeeze the numbness out of me…
throw me into an abyss…
where I lay in my own filth…
lay till my bones soak it all in it…
lay there immobile
till all the soaked up fluid
evaporates from my pores…
I am currently in that abyss
when all that paralyses me comes back to me…
is staring me in the eye
and I lay helpless…
it will take a while to be able
to go about my day normally…
to be up and running
to be able to see sunshine…
to be able to smile…
I’ll be back soon…
till then I hope you miss me
and read me again…
and most of all I hope you stay…
for it was really hard getting you
to see me in the first place…
we shall soon meet in our poetry…
I won’t be long I swear…
till then take care…


This app that is me…
has come to a halt suddenly…
has stopped running…
the numbness has rusted
and it’s back to feeling…
the steel needs a little polishing…
this app needs a little updating…
in a while will be back to feeling nothing…
so kindly wait till the process is complete…

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©http://lifeshues.org 2017
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*I know I haven’t replied to your comments in a while, I will do that as soon as I’m back, I promise, thank you for your friendship and patience, grateful eternally.

To read another post on what goes through my head kindly click here. Thank you.
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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
©lifeshues.org 2016
All content and images copyright 2016
All rights reserved.

picture courtesy : unsplash.com

To read a post which is not a poem but something straight from my heart kindly click here. Thank you.
My website is self-hosted I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, so I request you to leave a word or two so I may know if you liked my post, thank you for stopping by, most appreciate your time.

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
©lifeshues.org 2016


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

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016
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All rights reserved.

picture courtesy: pixabay.com

To read another post written for a prompt kindly click here. Thank you.
My website is self-hosted I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, so I request you to leave a word or two so I may know if you liked my post, thank you for stopping by, most appreciate your time.

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
©lifeshues.org 2017


You are not just
my sweet serendipity…
you are my calling

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016
All content and images copyright 2016
All rights reserved.

picture courtesy: pixabay.com

To read some more micropoetry kindly click here. Thank you.

My website is self-hosted so I don’t have the regular features where you can just like my poem, so I request you to leave a word or two so I may know if you liked my post, thank you for stopping by, most appreciate your time.

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