Tag: #summer

A Forever Of Free Falling (poem)

I know that in my last post I said that I’ll be writing for winter and here I am writing `one lazy summer afternoon’ but this poem is not about the season it’s about the free falling that love is,sometimes hearts land on soft sands,sometimes drown,sometimes shatter upon hitting hard ground…
I say love is more like hovering over a black hole,knowing very well that our existence will get sucked up but we venture near the black hole anyway,isn’t that stupid,but aren’t we helpless,poor souls us driven by this tiny organ that itself falls but the whole of us has to bear the brunt,but then would life be as sweet without love and the agony that it is,would there be poetry,I don’t think so…

I hope you enjoy my free falling,please read in leisure,that’s all I ask of you,give my poem time,just be with it for a couple of minutes,thank you.


One lazy summer afternoon
that is all we had in common…
one lazy summer afternoon
where we got drunk on our words
a respite from the silence of our worlds…
one lazy summer afternoon
bled the skies love at the horizon
dripping tainting the seas in forbidden hues…
one lazy summer afternoon
when our whispers lifted us up
entangled our distant sunsets forever…
since then it’s just been free falling…
I’ve been free falling…
no strings attached
I learnt is more agonizing
than choking on love
bound with his eyelashes…
it’s going to be
a forever of free falling…
this love so tantalizing…
makes desirable this free falling…
this love…
a forever of free falling…

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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To read another poem on love kindly click here. Thank you.

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.

Never `So Long’

Never `so long’…not to summer,not to love…

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When leaves abandon trees
and elope with the winds…
when at the threshold of a monochrome
winter you see yourself standing…
walk backwards in your head and
visit our only summer together…
from sunshine and rainbows of stolen glances
collect warmth and colour…
carry those with you
to get you through till spring…
I’ll be buried right where we left
so when again buds start blossoming…
bring your fragrant presence
to my heart to where you belong…
we’ll start afresh
for there’s never a `so long’…
never `so long’

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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If you don’t believe my love for summer,read this.I don’t bluff.

This is also my submission for Monday Morning Melts #1

Drifting Contemplations: Seasons Of Love (senryu/haiku)

Haiku…I’m still learning this form of Japanese poetry,so if you find there’s need for improvement please don’t hesitate to let me know,constructive criticism is always welcome,thank you very much.I do love composing these and reading others.

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came summer peaked love
life-filled love singing twirling–

cicadas near death

©Seema Tabassum 2016
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life dampened love’s growth
swelled spaces eroded love–

stream banks in tsuyu

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*Tsuyu is the rainy season which arrives before summer in Japan.

Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of 17 morae (or on), in three metrical phrases of 5, 7 and 5 morae respectively,these typically contain a kigo, or seasonal reference, and a kireji, or verbal caesura(cutting word).English-language haiku poets think of this as a Japanese form of poetry generally (but not always) consisting of 17 syllables, usually within three lines, with 5, 7 and 5 syllables.In Japanese, haiku are traditionally printed in a single vertical line, while in English these usually appear in three lines, to parallel the three metrical phrases of the Japanese form. The essential element of form in English-language is that each haiku is a short one-breath poem that usually contains a juxtaposition of images.Most writers prefer poems that refer to nature and social events, but some of them don’t always place an exacting seasonal word in the poem. Furthermore, a few of them compose on one or two lines in less than 17 syllables. Currently the majority of poems in this form are written in 11 short syllables in a 3-5-3 format.
Senryu is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 or fewer morae (or on) in total. However, senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while the other is more serious. Unlike haiku, senryu do not include a kireji or verbalcaesura (cutting word), and do not generally include a kigo, or seasonal word.It is often said that both forms can be funny, but that if it’s funny, it’s probably senryu. Both can be about nature, but if it’s about nature, it’s probably a haiku. In addition, both can be about nature or human nature. Both can be serious or humorous/satirical. A serious poem about nature is certainly a haiku. And a funny/satirical poem about human nature is certainly a senryu.
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Please click here for another post of mine on this form of Japanese poetry.

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