Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Indian poet Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar
O, my beloved!
O, my beloved, This is not like that, I do not love you anymore, Albeit, I do not express it, That how much to you, I adore
I love you more, Make it sure, You are my heart and soul, This is the other thing, I do not exhibit it, In the word of having letter four, Even if all the charms have lost, from the half open-angle of your rose-like curly lips, I do not stare at them, All the times with the greedy eyes, And lusty lips.
I do not try to wake up you from sweet dreaming, By stirring the Taj Mahal like your bosoms, To take you out for the moon-bath, In the night of the full strawberry moon, like those of our initial days.
It is not like that, I do not love you anymore, I do not have a sense of the rising waves, Those of the thirst in the sea of your eyes, But it is true, I don’t want, always to sail my boat. My winning is hidden in your wins, indeed, In the game of the chess, O, My heart stealer, I do not convert my every wins into defeat, Please do not see my deviations, As my indifferent attitude towards you, In our vast journey of love, O, My co-traveler! You are my soul mate, I cannot live without you, The distance is a sojourn, Since bread and butter have also to earn, Stomach sometimes becomes more powerful, Than our heart and soul. It makes us forget all aims and goal, This is the reason that, I do not want to make wet, Your deer-like beautiful eyes…
O, My beloved! This is not like that, I do not love you anymore, Albeit, I do not express it, That how much to you, I adore…
The burning boat
I had burnt my boat When I crossed the sea I was then alone Only my shadow witnessed it Now, the stink of burning only I can smell The burnt mark is visible to those Who have sparks in their eyes I am carrying the sea and burnt boat within me My boat was burning There on the sands of seashore Since then with the every tide Sea attempts to put out the fire and Wash off my burnt boat Even for the high tide, it’s not possible to do so My heart is burning in separation of my beloved It’s pangs are too intensive My blanket cannot properly cover my body To extinguish the fire The sea is nothing but my vast body My toes are touching the sea bed My boat is my heart within – the Sun on the sky Smokes come out all over in my mind My hairs turned into ashes grey By the heat of my burning heart It seems, my heart can’t meet; Can’t make reunion with my beloved Till the sea of my body gets dried out O, my Lord! How long I will have to wait To show you my burning heart Alas…!
Something has lost
It was my thought
That the moments of my life
Will pass even without being captured
In the cage of your scented locks
But, it was my misconception
Your memories,
Like waves under waves of a dwindle
Get mixing in my entire way of life
Never lets me take rest
I have thought,
Besides your sweet eyes,
There are other enchanting paths and beautiful arms also
Apart from your blond velvety arms
But, it was my misconception
Memories of your serpent like plait of hairs,
Even after the passage of a long time
Puts on something like a chain around my feet
Get my legs stopped, suddenly!
Someone draws a Luxman Rekha, a circle around me
Some stone like lines get appeared, at once, in front of my eyes
I have thought, even without you,
My life could have decorated, days could have shined,
Nights could have spread fragrances
But, it was my misconception
Today, when I look back
I find myself standing alone
Looking for, as if, something has lost of a traveler
In the mysterious dense jungle of your golden memories
Woman, beyond the index of body
Lake like eyes/ Scarlet coral-like lips/ Curly-curvy hairs
Attraction all four directions
These are mazes
Face and physical charms are curtains, indeed
A weapon to keep off you from the desired abode
A true woman lives in somewhere else
Beyond the index of her body
Sitting crouch like a recluse
Just like an abstract thing
Like a dream of snow-white clouds
Sometimes, similar to the moonless dark night
Dormant lightening, full of its potency
Extremely tough meditation is needed
To open her inner layers of heart,
Love is considered to be the genuine pearl of a woman
This can discover by proceeding beyond her body
Otherwise, nothing lies in the whirlpool of body
Man wants to overpower
The screaming body of a woman
But the body is a dune of sands/ a fair of desires
There is only mirage and mirage
Woman uses to be hidden,
Somewhere in her inner self,
Instead of, being found in her apparent body
Which is like an epic center of a live volcano
A man in his entire life
Uses to run after fascinating faces
Like those idiot men
Who on the surface of the water
Often, stare at diving and floating waves
With their curious eyes
Use to play, the whole day, with shells lying on beaches
Perhaps, they do not know
That the true pearls are senselessly lying
In the depth of a sea,
Where the breathes not much support the divers
To achieve such unknown pearls in the deep sea
Needed to wait till the lips of shell get opened
To get the original element of a woman
You will have to raise the curtain of deceitful face
You will have to step down
In to the concealed room of her heart
You will have to knock and knock again
At the tightly closed window of her soul
A woman is not a thing of luxury
Not a commodity of marketing
Not even a body of only bone and flesh
The true name of a woman is ------
Love, love, and only love!
My pillow was wet
The last night of week-end
When I was going to bed
You came silently like a lion
Who takes position after its prey!
You knocked the door quietly
Entered tiptoes into my room
Whispered in the melodious voice
Melted some nectar in my ear
Your, such behavior was rare
You had held my hand
Took me to moon-light land
That was serene seashore
Full of soft white sand
When we looked around
It was melancholic Virgin Island
I plucked some fruits
From the nearby tree
Believe me!
Those were absolutely free
We got our hands and robes
Messed with the juices of passions
We put off them to get into the water
The beach was so neat and clean
I don’t remember how long we swim
We were weeping on our departure
When I woke up
It was a pleasant morning for me
The Room was smelling
With the fragrance of lily
One thing I noticed
That was very strange
There was no sign of rain
That scene, I can never forget
My pillow was wet!
My poem of spring
These are two ends of the same string
Autumn season and the season of spring
Trees shed their leaves in the autumn
Don’t take it negative don’t condemn
Autumn gives us lesson again to think
About merchants whose ship does sink
However, change is the part of our life
Says to husband, after wedding, all wife
If autumn comes, spring is not far behind
Don’t get upset and let agony come in mind
Do you know, our body is just like a tree
Remember, it blooms when it feels free
When you feel intoxication in the eyes of a woman
You must know spring has come and gone autumn
Trees enjoy spring much more than human
They don’t believe in the saving for autumn
We, human beings, cannot often enjoy full of spring
Because, we live in calculating the future’s savings
Mankind should learn about life, how is it to enjoy
By coming close to nature, by leaving the digital toy
The rainbow
Listen Children
Do you know?
What makes a rainbow?
Some sees a scientific reason
Behind it, some says
It’s a demon’s bow
Some says it is a bridge
From the sky to the earth
By which a king frog
Gets landing down to his burrow
That’s why mostly in a rainy season
Often appears such a rainbow
Listen Children
Do you know?
How does it make
A colorful rainbow
When light travels into a droplet
It reflects from within
And just like a prism
It causes a rainbow
Listen children
Do you know?
How many colors are require
To make a rainbow
Seven colors need to glow
To make an luminous rainbow
These colors are as given below
Red, orange, yellow, green
Blue, violet and indigo
Listen children
Do you know?
There are few other kinds of rainbow
Fog bow, moon bow, twinned rainbow
Multiple rainbow and full circle rainbow
Listen children
Do you love rainbow
Yes, I know you love rainbow
I also love rainbow
Because it gives color in our life
To glow everywhere like a rainbow
Wake up Asia
Sometimes,
This thought,
Comes in my mind that
The Pregnant Earth would give birth to children
Till how long
Within a blink of an eye from its belly
This Earth would pour out thousands of children
Till how long
Millions of creeping and crawling children on her chest
Would demand milk from dry breast of their mother
Till how long
Being habituated of drugs ----- this Earth
Vomit smokes from its mouth
Till how long
Carbon stricken
These millions of children
Sustain their uprooting breaths
Till how long
These small kids
Will become tired after their continuous running
Someday uselessly
Sometimes,
This thought,
Comes in my mind that
The oxygen manufacturing in the factory
Would spent out ----- Someday
There would remain no farm-lands anywhere on this Earth to cultivate food grains
Before that the demon of population would wake up -----
And eaten up all the food-grains tied in the corner of clad of mother Earth
Muse for a while!
Before it that
The balance of man and Nature would get disturbed
Before it that
The global warming will destroy the environment
Before it that
The whole world get sunk into water
We should do something
Muse for a while!
The whole West is crying about Global Warming
But the whole Asia is sleeping carelessly
Sometimes,
This thought,
Comes in my mind that
We would have to take some corrective steps
We would have to make some arrangement well in time
O, yes!
Asia will have to take a lead by going ahead
All the responsibilities have to be onus
Before it that
It will get too late
Before it that
The human beings get defeated by the devils
Before it that
In Nuclear Deals, the whole world get turned into a heave of ashes
Before it that
The sky would become the enemy of the earth
Before it that
The Yajooj-Majooj get done their work
Before it that
The San-conscience stars of the sky
Do finished the game of lives from the earth
Muse for a while
O, the race of Adam!
You will have to leave the luxuries
For the sake of sustenance of life on the sphere of the earth
As a preventive measure
You will have to fight even with Dajjal
For the sake of spiritual evolution
The citizens of Asia will have to fight against their ego
O, yes, Asia has to take a lead
Come on,
Wake up Asia!
In the favour of hunger
The Hunger is after all a hunger Whether it would be below the navel or above the navel When hunger is felt Then a man becomes restless Hunger may be Marxist or Freudian When hunger is felt Then a man becomes rebel Mankind do not regress even from prohibitions In punishment of such a perpetration The residents of paradise were sent down on the Earth After descending from paradise On the surface of the earth, one day Their private organs had revealed It occurred, as if, the hunger of the above navel Had made it connected with a never ending phenomenon Since then, after being satiated with breads of wheat A man steps down into the deep valley of navel Set out to the journey, So that he can connect himself with Adam and Eve --- The oldest couple of the world If being static is a symbol of death Then save this symbol from being static; To break this static situation Dive into the spring of life Install the canvasses of boat To turn the flow of the wind in his favor, Hunger is after all hunger When hunger is felt A man becomes restless Mankind cannot be able to differentiate Among one’s own relatives and others When Kabel had killed his brother Hubel Only for the sake of a faceless girl Since then man sheds blood on the chest of the earth In deed, the same eternal instinct of hunger Exists in mankind, even today Hunger is after all a hunger When it is felt, then a man becomes restless
The creatures of the dark nights
This is such a long dark night
Which does not has its dawn
We are passing through such a mystic tunnel
Wherein light is not seen up to a far distance
Everywhere there is a thick darkness
We are afraid and scary sitting in the bogies of the train
Not a single ray of light can go out
On the shine of a subtle light
Some abstract hand of darkness
Suddenly appears from window to pull out
Someone from among us, and
The person becomes a part of the darkness
The endless darkness
A number of our friends
Authors, poets, and journalists
Have become, so far, its bites
Have become the travelers of the countries of oblivion
Whoever have come been trapped into its claw,
He has never returned back to home
The darkness is approaching at the speed of a tempest
Its gigantic tsunami waves
Getting faster than its previous waves
We were earlier used to be free birds
Used to talk with the winds
We are now confined in our own Quarantine
The home has become as if a cage of birds
We are imprisoned in it like behind the bars
Scared beneath the horrible shades of fear
Waiting and counting down for our turns
Afraid and baffled,
Aloof from the maddening crowd
Half-dead and feeble
We have become tired of reciting
The elegies of our dear ones
The darkness whose food is oxygen
It squeezes the last bubble of oxygen from the body
It leaves making a man a dead body
In absence of oxygen within a few seconds
A person, going out in want of light, in the morning
Becomes fed off of life by the evening
Turns back his face from life and his family
Collects the wrapped body from the mortuary for
The last rituals of cremation or burial
Under the Covid-19 protocol
We are passing through such an endless dark night
Which does not seem to be finished
We have been, one by one,
Being the part of this thick darkness
We are that much helpless and feeble
We don’t have even standard Kits
To fight with our invisible enemy
The shrewd and hypocrites are in power
They are doing business
With innocent people like us
Politics
Commerce
Diplomacies
All have become suddenly old fashioned
They are making continuously lame excuses
They are peeping into their foul-smelling armpits
We all are passing through such a mystic tunnel
Where the light is not seen up to a far distance
This is a long dark night
Which does not seem to be finished
Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar is an Editor in National Council of Educational Research and Training (NCERT), Ministry of Education, Government of India. He had been Principal Publication Officer in National Council for Promotion of Urdu Language in 2007. He is, presently, a member of Advisory Board of National Book Trust India. He is a famous short story writer, poet and critic from India. He is Graduate with English Honors from Ranchi University. He has topped Jawaharlal Nehru University in Masters with Literature. He was awarded Doctor of Philosophy for his Research Work from University of Delhi. He is Post Graduate Diploma holder in Calligraphy, Mass Media and in Book Publishing with Specialization in Editing. He has begun writing his poems in English since lockdown in the period of Pandemic Covid-19. He has written around 50 poems, participated in many worldwide webinars and published in various international anthologies, so far. His poems are being published in several magazines within country and abroad. His poem ‘The Burning Boat’ contains mystic (Sufism) and metaphysical elements. He has bagged many States and National Awards and accolades for his literary works. He has total 12 published books, 2 each of collections of short stories and collections of poems, 4 books of criticism and 4 books of translation from other languages in his credential. His one children story book has been published by a premier organization National Book Trust, India. His collection of 12 stories for children is ready to print from India. Furthermore, his anthology entitled as “The Burning Boat” is under process for publishing, which is likely to be brought out in 2021.
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