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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 lock–down 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
