Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar
New Delhi, INDIA
Bio-Data
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 Multilingual (English, Hindi and Urdu) famous poet, short story writer 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 as many as 25 poems have been translated by many award winning litterateurs in Polish, Indonesian, Arabic, Spanish and Albanian languages. 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. His around 200 articles and research papers have been published in reputed national and international literary journals and periodicals. He has total 13 published books, 2 each of collections of short stories and collections of poems, 5 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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(1)
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…!
(2)
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 sea shore
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
Its pang is 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…!
(3)
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
(4)
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 keep 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!
(5)
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…