{"id":3042,"date":"2018-01-18T10:21:36","date_gmt":"2018-01-18T10:21:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=729"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:14:42","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:14:42","slug":"muhammad-azram-pakistan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/muhammad-azram-pakistan\/","title":{"rendered":"Muhammad Azram, Pakistan"},"content":{"rendered":"

Muhammad Azram, Pakistan Member of Iwabogdani\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poet and writer Muhammad Azram hails from Pakistan. He has emerged in the world of literature with no formal institutional background in literature, yet he stands firm on the ground of art and literature. He cultivates his zest throughout his flowing ideas into ever fertile soils of poetry, seeking to feel so deeply to connect within life\u2019s inner dialogues and monologues that find way within grace of natural tendencies, bloomed through soulful reflection. Within simplistic and inimitable style, he also endeavors to surmount life\u2019s challenges that live freely within openings of universal philosophies to far ascend upon new found heights; meeting inner-bliss. His literary work and books continue to be published widely and his poems reside in various international anthologies; reaching across the world to sing offerings from a heart of unity that wishes to realize world peace for humanity.<\/p>\n

EXPLORING BEYOND<\/p>\n

I travel far and across;
\nWithin a finite known,
\nAnd to an infinite unknown<\/p>\n

A very complex expedition;
\nWithin infinite layers of finite,
\nAnd to finite layers of infinite<\/p>\n

The journey within limits;
\nLimits me on to my limited known,
\nAnd journey beyond my limits
\nTakes me to enormity of unknown<\/p>\n

Where, what I am thinking now
\nDefinitely unknown to my little known
\nBut my known is feeling so blessed
\nIn peaceful palms of a greater unknown<\/p>\n

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AN ABORTIVE EXPLORATION<\/p>\n

Life emerges from zilch
\nFor the yearn of living, embraces life
\nTravel from a nothing to an extinction<\/p>\n

Earth, to sprouts a fragile stalk
\nEndows all power to rip her bosom
\nTo gratify her yearning to dump it<\/p>\n

Colors for the yearn of recognition
\nEmbraces the light with all admiration
\nSame light confiscates colors after prime<\/p>\n

This voyage is an abortive exploration
\nCommences from darkness of nonentity
\nAnd perish into cosmic light of time
\n____________________________________<\/p>\n

SPELLBOUND<\/p>\n

Spruced in time
\nAmid and surrounded
\nBy net of moments<\/p>\n

Shirking a moment
\nFor a moment or covet
\nFleeing from jaws of time<\/p>\n

And marvel on the trend
\nDeath of moment results
\nDeath rendezvous with time
\nTake life into vastness<\/p>\n

What will happen?
\nWill it be a pleasure or treasure?
\nWhen I will break a net of these moments
\nAnd flee myself from nets of time<\/p>\n

Succession will surely
\nTake me out of the existence
\nOf reason and wobbly presence, and
\nTake me into vast lands of cosmic fortitude<\/p>\n

And failure will honor me
\nThe unchanged divine mortality
\nThat relentlessly honors me philosophy
\nOf transformation to a undying eternity
\n_______________________________________<\/p>\n

THE EPIC<\/p>\n

Inimitable preeminence
\nAs life; as decreeing power
\nNeither entity nor appearance
\nAppeared on stage of existence
\nAnd would disappear
\nFrom phase of subsistence<\/p>\n

As form of highest oomph
\nWith unique privilege
\nOf having all the energies
\nRevolving around me as epic<\/p>\n

Privileged, and sitting on prestige
\nAmong all living energies
\nRevolving within parameters of life
\nNo power has aptitude to challenge
\nThe greatness of my persistence<\/p>\n

As solitary engaging power
\nMoves and revolves around life
\nEngages life, relates life
\nAnd communicates across life<\/p>\n

After leading my this epoch
\nWill transform as form of subliminal
\nAnd transform myself to another prestige
\n________________________________________<\/p>\n

FATE, AN ETERNAL FINALE<\/p>\n

On the rippling surface of boundless ocean
\nSailing on a little Canoe called life
\nOn a very lonely ,solitary voyage
\nIn a diminishing period of light
\nbetween one darkness to another grievous sinister<\/p>\n

To the scope of an eye could travel
\nI see nothing but mysterious space
\nBetween running time and fading light
\nwhich I can not see till I shut my eyes<\/p>\n

Sailing on juggling and dancing waves
\nOf an endless and aimless carpet of water
\nI started the journey on high hopes and dreams
\nWith all the energies and power of dawn<\/p>\n

I trusted the oars of motivation
\nAnd started paddling with reasons
\nFighting a turbulent colossal ocean<\/p>\n

I travelled as far as I could
\nbut after wasting all my energies
\nI realized I had reached nowhere
\nReaching the same point at every point
\nand embraced nothing
\nBut an enormous body of water<\/p>\n

After exercising all my powers of my prime
\nWith no power and a dying time
\nThrowing oars into the vastness of the ocean
\nLeft myself on the mercy of slappy waves
\nAs light faded away and blackness emerged
\nShutting the eyes from light is not an option or choice
\nIt was the only way left till the darkness covers me
\nWith its enormous weight and insistent shadows<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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