Tag: #inspiration

Songbirds (poem)

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
All images and content copyright 2017
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.

She Was An Aubade (poem)

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.

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