{"id":3296,"date":"2021-05-27T12:43:55","date_gmt":"2021-05-27T12:43:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/?p=2233"},"modified":"2023-12-21T13:21:33","modified_gmt":"2023-12-21T13:21:33","slug":"perwaiz-shaharyar-new-delhi-india","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.iwabogdani.org\/sq\/perwaiz-shaharyar-new-delhi-india\/","title":{"rendered":"PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR New Delhi, India"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bio-Data<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Pe<\/span><\/span>rwaiz Shaharyar is an Editor in National Council of Educational Research and Training (NCERT), <\/span><\/span>Ministry of Educat<\/span><\/span>ion, Government of India. He had<\/span><\/span> been Principal Publication Officer in National Council for Promotion of Urdu Language<\/span><\/span> in 2007<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He is<\/span><\/span> a famous<\/span><\/span> short story writer, poet and critic from India. He is Graduate with English Honors from Ranchi University. He has topped Jawaharlal Nehru University<\/span><\/span> in Masters<\/span><\/span> with Literature. He was awarded Doctor of Philosophy for his Research Work from University of Delhi. He is <\/span><\/span>Post Graduate <\/span><\/span>Diploma holder in <\/span><\/span>Calligraphy, Mass Media and in Book Publishing with Specialization in Editing.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He has begun writing his poems<\/span><\/span> in English since lock<\/span><\/span>–<\/span><\/span>down in P<\/span><\/span>andemic Covid-19 period. He has written around 50 poems<\/span><\/span>, participated in many worldwide webinars<\/span><\/span> a<\/span><\/span>nd published in various<\/span><\/span> international a<\/span><\/span>nthologies, so far. <\/span><\/span>His poems are being published in several magazines within country and abroad. His poem \u2018The Burning Boat\u2019 contains mystic<\/span><\/span> (Sufism)<\/span><\/span> and metaphysical elements.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He has bagged many States and National A<\/span><\/span>wards<\/span><\/span> and accolades for<\/span><\/span> his <\/span><\/span>literary <\/span><\/span>work<\/span><\/span>s. He has total 12 published<\/span><\/span> books<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> 2 each of <\/span><\/span>collections of <\/span><\/span>short stories and <\/span><\/span>collections of <\/span><\/span>poems, 4 books of criticism and 4 books of translation from other languages in his credential.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His one Children Story Book<\/span><\/span>, \u201cThe Bravery Award of President\u201d<\/span><\/span> has recently published<\/span><\/span> in Urdu<\/span><\/span> by a premier organizat<\/span><\/span>ion National Book Trust, India. This book has to be published in 22 scheduled languages of India in near future. <\/span><\/span>His collection of 12 stories for children is ready to print.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Furthermore, h<\/span><\/span>is anthology <\/span><\/span>consisting of 50 poems <\/span><\/span>entitled <\/span><\/span>\u201cThe B<\/span><\/span>urning Boat\u201d is under process for<\/span><\/span> publishing<\/span><\/span>, which is likely to be brought from India<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

MY PILLOW<\/strong> WAS<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

MY PILLOW WAS WET<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

The last night of week-end<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When I was going to bed<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You came silently like a lion<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Who takes position after its prey!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You knocked on the door quietly<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Entered tiptoes into my room<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Whispered in the melodious voice<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Melted some nectar in my ear<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Your, such behavior was rare<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You had held my hand<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Took me to moon-light land<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That was a serene seashore<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Full of soft white sand<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When we looked around<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It was melancholic Virgin Island<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I plucked some fruits<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

From the nearby tree<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Believe me!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Those were absolutely free<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We got our hands and robes<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Messed with the juices of passions<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We put off them to get into the water<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The beach was so neat and clean<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t remember how long we swim<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We were weeping on our departure<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When I woke up<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It was a pleasant morning for me<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The room was smelling<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

With the fragrance of lily<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

One thing I noticed<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That was very strange<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There was no sign of rain<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That scene, I can never forget<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My pillow was wet!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Copyright:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Editor, NCERT, New Delhi, India<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/a><\/p>\n

The last night of week-end<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When I was going to bed<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You came silently like a lion<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Who takes position after its prey!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You knocked on the door quietly<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Entered tiptoes into my room<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Whispered in the melodious voice<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Melted some nectar in my ear<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Your, such behavior was rare<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You had held my hand<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Took me to moon-light land<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That was a serene seashore<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Full of soft white sand<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When we looked around<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It was melancholic Virgin Island<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I plucked some fruits<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

From the nearby tree<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Believe me!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Those were absolutely free<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We got our hands and robes<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Messed with the juices of passions<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We put off them to get into the water<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The beach was so neat and clean<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t remember how long we swim<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We were weeping on our departure<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When I woke up<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It was a pleasant morning for me<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The room was smelling<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

With the fragrance of lily<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

One thing I noticed<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That was very strange<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

There was no sign of rain<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That scene, I can never forget<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My pillow was wet!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Copyright:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Dr. Perwaiz Shaharyar<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Editor, NCERT, New Delhi, India<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n


\nMY DREAM <\/span><\/span>GIRL<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You are my dream<\/span><\/p>\n

You are my thought<\/span><\/p>\n

The beauty of the<\/span> universe<\/span><\/p>\n

The earth and sky exist <\/span>due to you<\/span><\/p>\n

A tiny <\/span>relation with you can make<\/span><\/p>\n

A <\/span>sky to the earth<\/span><\/p>\n

A Milky way<\/span> to the dusts<\/span><\/p>\n

A king to a <\/span>slave<\/span><\/p>\n

If a word alone<\/span> \u2019Love\u2019<\/span> happens<\/span> with you<\/span>!<\/span><\/p>\n

It would be <\/span>a charisma<\/span>, <\/span>a miracle<\/span><\/p>\n

An abide of <\/span>beatings<\/span><\/p>\n

Which may be called <\/span>a \u2019Heart\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n

If your name gets <\/span>into it<\/span><\/p>\n

The whole world would<\/span> become shadow<\/span><\/p>\n

The glory of <\/span>the parties would turn into mirage<\/span><\/p>\n

Your dream<\/span><\/p>\n

Your thought is my life<\/span><\/p>\n

My moments are bright <\/span>you<\/span><\/p>\n

You are my best times<\/span><\/p>\n

You are my months and years<\/span><\/p>\n

You are my dream<\/span><\/p>\n

You are my thought<\/span><\/p>\n

You are the beauty of the world<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

PERWAIZ SHAHARYAR<\/span><\/p>\n

New Delhi, India<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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