Tag: #lovestory (page 1 of 4)

Someone Special (micro poem)

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
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Transcendental Love (poem)

Hello there, I know I haven’t been around and I know that you must’ve forgotten me but I hope that you haven’t. Life gets in the way sometimes and I was in a whirlpool of sorts, took me a while to come out of it, I hope to be able to write more and I hope to see you here more. Have fun.

Transcendental Love, isn’t that how love should be, unconditional, free of constraints of any kind, overcoming all odds, unconditional, selfless and an absolute surrender, I hope you agree, I hope you like my poem.

Transcendental Love

they meet anywhere …
in the depths of the seas
in the heights of the skies …
in the vacuum of the spaces
that defines their love …
in the vastness of the cosmos …
in the wilderness
where a million stars stand witness
to their love …
all they do is close their eyes
their thoughts align
and they find themselves facing each other …
their souls touch
so in love
selfless unconditional blameless love …
expectationless
disappointmentless
more like in love with oneself …
a love that transcends …
that doesn’t depend
or take
only gives and is conscious
of the presence of the other …
a love devoid of the fear of losing …
the kind of love that blooms
only when the souls have entwined …
when one is their mind
when there are no constraints
like space and time …
all they do is close their eyes
their consciousness aligns
and facing each other they themselves find …
a love that transcends …
that cannot be explained or expressed in words …
for there is no language sweet enough
or words sublime enough …
a love that can only be felt …

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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picture courtesy : unsplash.com

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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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Quixotic (poem)

Quixotic is the word(Masha Allah) and I don’t mean to exaggerate…

I’m the kind who
pays attention to
the details…
if I have a conversation
I have a hundred questions…
why did you say this…
when you said it
did you mean it…
or you said because
you were angry…
what’s going through
your mind…

questions become walls
and my entire life
I’ve been tormented
by these walls
which gave more questions
less answers…
you you and you
everyone thinks it’s frivolous…
I think it’s essential…
how will you deal
if you don’t know
why what and when
and how…
how to resolve…
I felt cornered
cut out and unwelcome
each time you left without answers…
when a conversation ended
without conclusion…
I felt cold and stupid…
and I have a side which doesn’t
want to be a pain either
by asking questions…

but in this entire world…
in this entire world
I have this person
who answers every question…
asks questions…
is concerned…
won’t let me be…
won’t let me wither…
is clear like stream water…
will answer till
I’m convinced
even if it takes the whole night…
will not shut the door on me…
will never leave things unresolved…
and no matter how stupid
or unnecessary my questions are
he answers all…
all till all’s understood…
till there’s no misunderstanding…
till there’s not an ounce of doubt…
till I’m at peace he won’t sleep…
and in the morning
when he wakes up
even after we’ve spent the whole night
trying to get things clear
his first words are
“Tabassum, Mamma, all’s well right, then hug”…

my work place is a couch
from which I can monitor
both the boys…
their beds I see from where I sit…
Taher(hubby) when he wakes up
flashes his phone’s light at me…
I’ve come to get so used to it
I wonder what I’ll do if a day
comes when he won’t feel the need to
or is not on that bed (God forbid)…
I hate to love so much…
depend so much…
hurt so much…
that’s why I like to
remain detached
and focus on other things
and not on our love…
our love is sacred…
I’m scared that my over involvement will jinx it…
that’s why I like to keep
the storm that is our love at a bay…
because it is oh so unreal and dreamy…
it cannot be true
and that scares me…
I don’t want anything going bad
to the only right thing in my life…
all my relations have been messed
except this one…
this one thing
that is right in my life…
and surely that only thing
that I got and I don’t deserve
am unworthy of…
that one thing I can fall back on…
that one thing that has no doors
that will close on me…
block me…
leave me in the cold or dark…
that one thing that makes my life
even worth living…
I cannot lose this heart
that is the purest form of love…
will love me even if I’m a cripple…
will overlook my flaws…
with whom I don’t have to worry
if I’m being a pain or asking the
wrong questions…
with whom I don’t have to worry
about showing the right side of me
because he embraces even my ugly…
the lost side…the confused side…
the emotional fool side…
emotionally dependent side…
drowned in nostalgia side…
living in the past side…
divided among so many things side…
the aloof side…
the selfish side…
the obsessive compulsive side…
the perfectionist(in vain) side…
the condescending attitude side…
the need to be left alone side…
the misanthrope side…
the hot head side…
the impatient side…
the restless side…
the superiority complex side…
the feels incompetent side…

each and every flaw in me
just goes unnoticed…
this man was made for me…
to fill the void for all that
I don’t have in my life…
to fill the hole that is my heart…
grateful is not word enough
and my actions don’t convey
gratitude either…
but my heart which longs
for a sea of people
has home in his heart…
we have home in each other…
if there is a word soulmate
it is him…
because a million times
we’ve talked without talking…
resolved issues without arguing…
answered without questioning…
accepted without judging…

though my heart longs for the world
it’s here with him where it
truly feels it belongs…
or is wanted and welcomed…
questions and inconveniences
and all

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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*The handsome man in the picture is my hubby.

Drifting Contemplations: Muse (micropoetry)

Muse and musings and the poet, I don’t know what to say about my muse, I’m not even sure if I have one, I mean if I have only one, are we supposed to have only one? Maybe my mind is fickle, kidding, I find myself inspired by anything, everything and also nothing, maybe in my case the nothingness is what begets my poetry, the numbness could be my most favourite muse, I find myself writing just because my pen needs a run, but sometimes I write from heart too when I’m overwhelmed by emotions, it used to be a lot of heart earlier and so my tag line was `straight from the heart’ which I changed because now honestly it is more an exercise, but here, this post is all heart, his effects, his beautiful eyes and voice, hope you like…

drunk on
your voice…
my mind spews poetry

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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I read
the best poetry
in your eyes

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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