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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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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. Kindly take a nice look at my journal, it smiles when someone looks at it’s pages, you’ll make it and me happy, and 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 some personal stuff, on how drowning feels 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.

Interlude (poem)

Interlude was written for my hubby (not for his birthday though), I do love and cherish all that he does for us, so this poem was just to let him know how much I appreciate his presence, his love and the hard work he does to keep our family running, I know that words are never enough but maybe for once words will express more than actions, hopefully(fingers crossed).

I stacked a few clouds
and adjusted them …
with a few more clouds I sewed a blanket …
my weathered heart tonight needed something heavenly
soft and cosy to comfort my broken …
only soft light-toned fluffy clouds stood a chance …
soft fluffy heavenly clouds …
and his calloused palms

©Seema Tabassum 2017
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To read another post on some personal stuff 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.

A Small Note For His Birthday

August 25th was my husband’s 42nd birthday, as luck would have it my internet connection was bad that day, then the birthday was belated and as always I was lost doing other stuff and posting this note for his birthday got delayed. Also I haven’t been around, I was busy with Instagram and life and a new hobby, journaling, I love doing creative stuff, only poetry was not fun enough I guess, so I did some art and fell for the process, hopefully from now on all my posts are going to have pictures of my journal page on which the poem in the post will be written, I hope you find this good enough, of course there is a lot to learn and practice, so please bear with me, thank you very much.
This is kind of a letter or a poem addressed to my hubby or talking about my hubby, I don’t know, this is what I wrote and I am putting this up because this was pure emotion, I didn’t edit anything, just put it the way it came to me.
Below this is a video of my honey riding an Enfield 350cc bike, I love watching him ride it, also reminds me of my father, he used to ride an Enfield too, so I am fangirling over my hubby in the video and always (smiles) …

this Urdu song from an Indian movie fits perfectly in our story, Masha Allah, rough translation to the song in the background is as follows (I don’t claim to be an expert) :
what has life conspired
all my heart’s desires have come true …
one wish I had and it reached you my God
how did you hear my silence my God …
this obsession of mine has brought me near to you …
this obsession is mercy from you my God …

a friend of mine wrote a poem about someone who’s child like and caring and instantly my mind is drawn to you, to the things you love, your gentle hands that pour out love when they touch my face, I can feel the love in your veins, how you water that plant of your’s diligently and even when you are away you worry about it, how your eyes light up each time you see a leaf of it sprouting, how you are more of a mother to Abbu, how you worry if he’s safe and if he ate, how you clean your stuff and how you love our things just like I do, how you fall in love with everything I bring home and how you bring stuff for home even if we can’t spare an inch of space, how our dreams are the same, how you’ve changed over the years to accommodate me, how you’ve dyed yourself in colours of me, how you’ve painted me in your beautiful colours, how you are so athletic, reflexive and nimble, how you are so soft spoken and intensely funny, how you crack me up, how you mimic people, how you are such a riot, how you don’t show that you’re tired even after a long day, how you see us and your face lights up, how you are constantly giving and giving yourself in a million ways, how you tell me that you love my writing most. I could go on but I love most that you are you, love you honey …

©Seema Tabassum 2017
©lifeshues.org 2017
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All rights reserved.

To read another post which I posted last year for his birthday kindly click here. Thank you.
I hope you like my work and if you do, kindly 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.

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

picture courtesy : unsplash.com

To read another poem on love kindly click here. Thank you.

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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
©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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