Tag: #motivation

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
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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.

Drifting Contemplations: Motivation #3 (micropoetry)

Today is World Poetry Day and here I am celebrating in seclusion…and I’m going to say something that’s been bothering me for ages now, in the spirit of World Poetry Day of course…
If you know me you know that I write about love and heartache, not really motivational stuff and I hate that people need less of art and more of literary serotonin…
I always wonder when poets write quotes on motivation and not poetry and when people lap up those quotes like starved babies, I wonder if our lives are so fucked up that we need to read a quote to help us get out of bed and go about the day…
Of course I too have these times where I need to slide under my skin and use it as blanket and cover my eyes and not speak a word or do anything just breathe if it’s feasible that is but then if you have a kid who needs to be fed and attended to, you cannot even just be…what serves as motivation to me is reading some great poetry, I read and I want to buck up, want to write something better than that and it serves me well…
I feel so full of shit when I write motivational quotes, that’s not me, needless to say I feel equally disgusted when I read `poets’ write motivational quotes, isn’t it the job of motivational speakers to do that…
`the sun is shining, look’, `today is a new day’, `we get only one life’, `you are beautiful, most perfect, accept yourself’ and one that is most used is the famous quote by Carrie Fisher `take your broken heart and make it into art’ you won’t believe how many times this quote must’ve been twisted and published like it was something original, also Rumi’s famous quote `the wound is the place where light enters you’ has been recycled a billion times by many `poets’, I find the audacity admirable…
and yet here I’m sharing two quotes hopefully motivating enough for you, sometimes I feel the need to sell what’s in demand just like how I sell heartache…

Oh yes, I have to say that I am currently on a social networking hiatus, I feel the need to shut everybody out, not interact, just stay away from all the noises that fill my brain, I feel lost in those voices, I feel the need to meet myself and that need is so strong that I can’t bear another sound, I have always been like this, I need to know me from time to time for me is always changing, evolving…
I was not even going to put something here but today being World Poetry Day and also because I had a beautiful time with Abbu(my son), ate refreshing and delicious sandwiches with homemade cottage cheese and homemade potato and garlic mayonnaise(homemade means something I made from scratch) and washed it down with mint tea and cardamom tea and after a long time I felt like myself. I love cooking and cleaning dishes is therapy to me and the house too but when I am writing about three poems a day and reading a hundred home gets neglected and that makes me guilty and that makes me depressed, to not be able to run the house in an organised manner is the biggest reason for the blues to dawn on me and I should be doing something about it, for now I felt like posting this six month old post which was gathering dust in the drafts, I guess it’s time to see light has come and I’m feeling like my time will be here soon when I’ll be breathing easy and living fully and it gets easier because it is summer, yay… I love summer, I love summer, I love summer…

mot3b
The fire that is
burning in you…
devouring you…
making you restless…
use it…
use it as fuel
to move forward…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
©lifeshues.org 2016

mot3ab
Dreams beckon me
call my name…
ask me to chase them…
the vision propels me
I’m running unabashedly…
stepping back is not an option

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

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To read another post on Motivation, kindly click here. Thank you.

Low But Not Faded Yet (a poem)

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