Seemasahaa’s Blog

 No… Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would write poetry ( if I may call it that) but the night the Mumbai Attacks got over … I was so depressed.. shaken .. sorrowful and dejected .. I just couldnt sleep.. was sitting and staring at my computer screen when I suddenly felt like writing… I started typing and did not stop … it was 4 am when I was done and I reread what I had typed.. three poems.. My faceless freind ….. Message to a Nation and  Duty Bound….I was taken aback….

There was a feeling of having contributed in a very small way to heal the world from that nerve shattering experience….people who read my poems said they were moved  and felt it was a  wonderful way of sharing  grief… thus started my romance with writing and poetry…

Never thought that it was just God’s way for preparing me for the worst… in April this year when my father suddenly passed away and I was so distraught I turned to my writing…and believe me it helped… I felt connected to him… I could express my anguish and I  am still at it.. writing and healing through the written word….

 I write now and then … and its been an amazing experience…but now sharing what I have written with all of you is making the whole experience seem so much more meaningful… do leave me your comments and visit this blog whenever you can… I shall be updating it regularly with my new poems… and hope you all enjoy and heal with the same…

 Just scroll down to read the poems…or select a category to view my tribute to my father…..do leave me your comments…. they are my inspiration

Love

Seema

(A tribute to the GM of the Taj)

The sound of gunfire and shattering glass

Screams and shouts and death en masse

He sprung to action and helped everyone around

For he was a civilian soldier who was duty bound

His thoughts went up to his family

He wanted to rush and help them flee

But he stood right there rooted to the ground

For he knew he was duty bound

He was told there was a fire raging upstairs

He could feel the heat and see the flares

But he stayed to help everyone around

For he felt he was duty bound

He helped people out and shut the door

He was told the fire was on the upper floor

His family was up, they must be found

He rushed up stairs, he was duty bound

He reached them just a trifle late

They had met an extremely unkind fate

He stood there still, his grief abound

Then went back to work for he was duty bound.

He grieved not for those he loved the most

For there were guests to save, he was the host

He helped each and everyone he found

And saved their lives because he was duty bound. 

For the sake of all those men  so brave

For the sake of the great sacrifices they made

Let us resolve to eliminate this evil that’s spread all around

For all of us are also duty bound.

The year has gone by

Reflecting, reviewing, relishing, renewing…
Looking back at the year and nostalgically viewing…
What we received…what we got….what came….. what did not…
What we said…. what we meant…what we sent….what went…
What we lost… retained…wasted… regained…

What we learnt…what we knew…what waned…what grew…
What hurt…what pleased… what remained…what ceased…
What succeeded…what failed…what sank…what sailed…
What was quiet…what played… what went…what stayed…
What we learnt… what we forgot…what we remembered….what we did not…

As these thoughts cross the mind…conflicting emotions unwind…
Some sadness some fear… some joy some cheer
But there’s no time for regret as we should never forget…
Last year has gone by….but a New Year is here…

A Poem

A soulful rendition …Most often in rhyme
Stirring our senses…our minds sublime

Elates the heart or can disturbingly touch
Such few words… that say so much

Some beautifully worded…. some very terse
A deep message hidden in every verse…

A story untold …a lesson to teach
An amusing anecdote or a philosophy to preach

Makes us stronger and helps face our fears
Makes us smile or at times moves us to tears

A canvas on which we paint so many hues
Our thoughts emotions joys and blues

A poem is not just a rhyme one designed
It’s a window to your soul …a reflection of your mind

Many little Ones

Look

Into my Eyes

And you will see

The many emotions

That really exist in me

Temper

Is always

Simmering

Fierce & strong,

Stress and tension

Seem to thrive along

Ego

Playing

Its own little game

Craves Recognition,

Demands – Fortune & Fame

Envy

& Resentment

Also stay in there

While Mistrust and

Doubt – just don’t care

Happiness

And Joy also

Often Drop by

Love &  pleasure

Give me such a high

Compassion

Has a really big

And strong domain

And never hurts anyone

Or ever causes any pain

Moods

Always seem

To be on a Swing

Moving up & down

With every little thing

Desire

And Passion,

Creep in from

The back door,

Temptation is strong

Demands more & more

Hope

You can see

Why I can’t be,

A real perfect soul

For I am simply – ME

But

If you

Still wish,

My world

To see and share,

Come in with caution,

But do Tread with care!