PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR New Delhi, India

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    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 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 Pandemic Covid-19 period. 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, “The Bravery Award of President” has recently published in Urdu by a premier organization National Book Trust, India. This book has to be published in 22 scheduled languages of India in near future. His collection of 12 stories for children is ready to print.

    Furthermore, his anthology consisting of 50 poems entitled “The Burning Boat” is under process for publishing, which is likely to be brought from India..

    MY PILLOW WAS

    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 on 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 a 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!

    Copyright:

    Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar

    Editor, NCERT, New Delhi, India

     

    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 on 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 a 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!

    Copyright:

    Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar

    Editor, NCERT, New Delhi, India

     


    MY DREAM
    GIRL

     

    You are my dream

    You are my thought

    The beauty of the universe

    The earth and sky exist due to you

    A tiny relation with you can make

    A sky to the earth

    A Milky way to the dusts

    A king to a slave

    If a word alone ’Love’ happens with you!

    It would be a charisma, a miracle

    An abide of beatings

    Which may be called a ’Heart’

    If your name gets into it

    The whole world would become shadow

    The glory of the parties would turn into mirage

    Your dream

    Your thought is my life

    My moments are bright you

    You are my best times

    You are my months and years

    You are my dream

    You are my thought

    You are the beauty of the world

     

    PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR

    New Delhi, India

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