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I remember back in May-June 1990 when I first wrote dozens of poems in which
I praised God. After then I in 1994-5 I wrote dozens of couplets about nature and
life. And in 1999 I wrote 3 poems to praise God. And one poem "Confession" in Jul
2002. After that I never wrote a single couplet. Even I forgot I can write poetry.
In 11th Jan 2005, my Mom died, and I was looking someone to share my grief, unfortunately
I did not find any worth full person around because that can be done by my Mom.
I was wandering, and I was totally broken. Then one day I found my Mom's diary of
her youth, I was so inspired that she also wrote a poem about her Mom. And then
I concluded I have to document my painful feelings in poetry. From that time my
philosophy of life changed a lot. As I experienced this immense pain, and people
around who have not had any such experience were trying me to accept this loss :).
And even I know they are not strong enough to have such painful feelings :). So
I started poetry from 25th Feb 2005. And still I try to express my feelings. My
poetry is very precious to me, though it may be wasteful and meaningless stuff for
others but for me they are my precious feelings.
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Nazam Title = Ahsaar, Written Date = 24 May 2005, Language = Urdu
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Ahsaar 24 May 2005
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Ghazal Title = Tabeer, Written Date = 27 April 2005, Language = Urdu
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Tabeer 27 April 2005
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Ghazal Title = BayBus, Written Date = 28 April 2005, Language = Urdu
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BayBus 28 April 2005
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Poem Title = Hobson's Choice, Written Date = May 2005, , Language = English
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Hobson's Choice -May 2005
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Hobson's Choice
Life is more worse than you can think of it
And there is no escape unless you taste of it
I was hopeful of good in life but
I lost my passion when I was hurt
I delved in life to find delight
But then I realized its fruitless sought
Life sometimes dazzled us by its light
And these are delusions of our sight
Life was hobson's choice for me to select
And even then it has no regret
Life is a certain je ne sais quois I thought
And whatever was worst it brought
Life is a deluge and I have no life-boat
All I have to do is, follow its rough route
hobson's choice = The choice of taking what is offered or nothing at all
je ne sais quois= Something indescribable of high quality
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Poem Title = Empathy, Written Date = June 2005, Language = English
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Empathy -June 2005
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Empathy
Long ago on my way to home
I met an angel with a crown
His face was pure and I fell down
I was speechless and just like a stone
Then angel smiled and I felt peace
I cried a lot and asked for help
But then I thought angel cannot be empathetic
And I was true he was sympathetic
I asked in wrath to angel why you are here
I prayed to God to send my late Mom
And why he sent an angel who can’t understand me
How can an angel counsel me the way my Mom did
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Poem Title = Me, Written Date = 16th April 2006, 13:02 am, Language = English
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Me -16th April 2006, 13:02 am
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Me
Have I been so brilliant?
And have I been so strong?
That makes me to think of it
That makes me so wrong
But I never been to there
And that makes me alone
And how then I feel so high in me?
And why I think been drawn?
No reason no specialty and no even a star
But how I feel inside of me someone holding on?
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Poem Title = Simply, Written Date = 01 DEC 2006, FRI 4:08 pm - 4:26 pm, Language = English
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Simply -01 DEC 2006
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Simply
Moving in a circle of mine
And think all of me is divine
Oh this fallacy I enshrine
still its like a star to shine
But why you are asking its holy crime
when all of us live in such a sign
We are playing hoopla all the time
to loose or win and think winning is all mine
Look everything is not E=mc² done by Einstein
May be simply done with love of thine
sign = A gesture that is part of a sign language
sign language= Language expressed by visible hand gestures
hoopla= [Brit] Game in which a ring is thown to fall over an object and win it as a prize
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Title = Confession, Written Date = July 2002, Language = English
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Confession -July 2002
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Confession
{chorus}
I am feeling sorry
I know God I am sinner
In your grace I'll be saved
I know God you only love me
{chorus}
My heart full of lust, ever bad dead
I walked against your will
I followed my own will
People are judging me, in their eyes hatred for me
Why are they judging me when they are to be judged by you?
[Chorus]
My heart is crying, I know I am frail
My eyes are not pure, my body is not pure
No one is sincere, I am in despair
No one loves me, I need your care
[Chorus]
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