perveiz-ali
Perveiz Ali, born in the eighties in Pampore, the world famous Saffron Town of Kashmir, graduated in Centurian Shri Pratap College in Srinagar. He then earned his post graduate degree in Geography from The University of Kashmir and now works as an administrator at Radiant Model Public School Khanmoh srinagar. / / Enthused by folk songs composed by famous mystic Kashmiri poetic figures like Rusool Mir, Habba khatoon, Mehjoor, he started writing poems, some of which have received awards. / / His body of work is multi-faceted, touching on social and communal development, individual responsibilities in the welfare of society, Nature, Romance, and his intense love of the Kashmir Valley and its heavenly beauty. His original poetry has gained him considerable appreciation in his nation, but also internationally
ہوکھمُت ناگ
تمی سندی بابن اوس جدس میانِس وونمُت
میانی جدن اوس وونمُت نانِہ تہ بابس تِی
بابن وون تِی ماجِہ تہ موج چھ تِی مے ونان ،
مے تِہ چھ پگہہ تِی شاید ونُن شُرین پننین
زِٹھین چھُ کھوژن گھونژھن،
زنین چھِ رأچھ کرءنی
باقی گو سورُے ترتھ , سورے پاگل پن ،
باقی دنیا بدلِن یِتھنہ ژء زانہہ بدلکھ
نیَن جہاتن کُن پھیرکھ
اسِہ مشراوکھ
اسِہ مشراؤ
مگر یوسہ دآر جدو بند کر
یتھنہ سو دآر ژء مژرکھ
سوچکھ
پچھتاوکھ!!
نگہت صاحبہ
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
Should I write?
How mesirably I failed
To upkeep the flags;
The alcoves of my deserted heart
Used to unfurl in pride;
Or smile from the corner of my eye
And let you recreate in the labyrinths
Of my shabby garden of dreams,
The gates of which are ajar!
Despite being the custodian
I no longer find my limbs follow my wish
To peep in at least once
And feel how silently crevices sob
And debris mourn!
My awakedness is my fear
Lights choke and the greens blind my day
Darkness- a solace but the dreams
Haunt like the ghosts of the old burnt down home!
Graveyard-an eternal solace
My dream and my identity!
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC
Kashmir
Known but uncertain.
A macabre aura in her lush green valley
Swirls along the lanes and the by lanes,
Humming the death songs, and
Mocking the mother's lullaby;
Inundates the spring of love
Reeling under the gales of remorse !
I- Pulwama
Pulsating pain,
Unbeknown to the servants of chair,
Leaches out the marrow of tolerance,
Wobbles the calmness of quiet sea,
And reduces the sane to stupors;
Mayhem clouds the canvas of peace
And ruins the crop of pride!
II- Shopian
Singing the songs of hope, but-
Hearth of ignominy blazes its zenith
Over the apple-bough bedecked contours.
Perforated is every bud that dares to live
In the middle of the 'dance of death'
Akin to the blind devastating tornado,
Nay, a fair of cherishing right to cease life!
III- Kulgam
Kind enough to lit the candle of austerity,
Unknown but to decipher abysmal cause of
Long lacuna in a journey called life;
Gog and Magog they name them
Arraying the apostles of deceit;
Machiavellianism it is, do they know!
IV- Anantnag
Amplified agony of terrorized souls
Nibble at the crumbs of shattered dreams
Along the periphery of devastated 'Lal-Chowk';
Nomadic but still the images find abode
Tethered with mournful sand of 'Sangam',
Nay, undulating terrain stands it firm
All denizens are but a reflection of
Galeanthropy!
V- Srinagar
Schizophrenic- An epithet
Round the clock they wear;
Illusionary clouds all around
Neap the momentum of ship
And strangulate everything in a fit of despair
Gushing out the marrow of patience
And leaving behind infertile soil
Regretting what it had?!
VI- Budgam
Beseeching to blossoms of almond-
Unlearn to rely on the artifacts
Destruction with their only aim;
Gabel otherwise bound to pay we are
Along with the honour and digity,
Mundane- a certificate to be killed?!
VII- Bandipora
Beside the 'Wular Lake'
Antiquarian lot with over burdened brows-
Nothing to do but recollecting the days:
'Demons when were worshipped, and
Idols of falsity followed';
Pine high dreams kissing the ground
Over and above that can be documented;
Rolling is the agonising arid pain
Aching all the wasteland of wounds!
VIII- Ganderbal
Gloss of undulating terrain
Anguish in the paroxysms of swindle
Notches of which still bleed
Darkness of dark demegogues;
Eating up of the grey matter follows
Relying on the spoon feed, and
Blackout of the nursery of the intellect
Among the denizens,
Lost in sighs and sobs!
IX- Baramullah
Black and blue still explicit over
Amicable land of dreamers-
Roasted they are from decades;
Along the banks of Jhelum
Mutilated memories are hung
Under the hovering black clouds-
'Lost for words' is the expression,
Living souls visiting this garrison;
Alas! Caught we are between the deep sea and the devil
Heros we need in a land of sheepskin prophets!
X- Kupwara
'Kiss of death' is for the democracy
Unabsolved case of 'Kunun Poshpora';
Pacified unmarked mass graves
Welcome you to the countryside
Amidst the loaves of corpse, and
Roar of egos
Asking the citizens to prove their identity!
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Autistic Rainbow
Let me paint my walls in hues of red, blue and yellow,
Inscribing its matrix deep into my marrow,
To lift my soul above the waters of filthy processes,
Counting the complexity of its shades each morning.
In their domain they fumble daily to cope,
And insanely we at times laugh at their struggle,
When in reality it is our inability to understand,
These loving persons who bring innocent love.
Shame on me, as they paint my canvas in colours!
And I miss the opportunity to enjoy their unique joys.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
When absurdity is the show,
What else does then remain?
To be branded with the tag,
"Stupid" you are... yeah, stupid I am!
I see the world with clear eyes,
No calling brown black or Tan white.
The moon travels around the sun,
Not the sun travelling across our skies.
I like to call a ***** a *****
"Stupid you are!!" modernity demands more.
Duality... not my way or inclination,
Even if modernity demands it.
Gone are the days of morality and modesty.
****** seems to be the new trend,
Truth and courage relegated to the rear.
Now if games are not played or graft taken,
A label of "Stupid" is then attached.
Then, it seems that "Stupid"is my moniker,
As such, then, I shall wear the name proudly.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
In a moment of silence and solitude,
I stand dumfounded in my inner being,
Unable to understand
this life's turmoil.
What to say, what to do?
And above all how to move?
Lost in the labyrinths of my mind.
Oh merciful Lord take pity on us,
Bestow grace, in our hour of entanglements.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Enthralled
To feel the fresh morning
breeze,
In a desert of simmering heat,
Your smile and fluttering
eyelashes are akin to such.
Calm as the midnight sky,
Showering in a cool spring,
Your soothing voice on the
phone washes over me.
Vastness of open oceans,
Connecting the vast continents,
So too does thoughts of you
Fill my heart ... bridging the
distance.
Rhythmic your walk and sway,
Captivating is your movements,
My thoughts center on the desires you titillate.
Welcome song of opening
flowers,
The alluring notes and scents,
You bring all that to my mind,
Capturing me, I'm enraptured.
Your demeanor excites me to no end,
Exciting and wonderful, your beauty,
For you I am ever ready to serve,
Your love has me fully enthralled.
© Perveiz Ali
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
Progress?
Past:
The days were ever beautiful,
Golden rays and singing waves,
Soothing were such greetings.
Enthusiasm fed by nature's gifts,
Birds dancing amid bright colors,
Spirits raised into heights aloft.
Cheerfulness embedded in goodwill gestures,
Happy steps among aromatic breezes,
Many smiling and giving greetings.
Encouraging words given freely,
Unselfish acts abounded the streets,
Calm nights bathed in twinkling stars.
Now :
Cursing mornings and frightful rays,
Rising to yet another day of misery,
Slothful and devious conspiracies weaved.
Curtains drawn... scared to open,
What new horrors to behold delayed,
The nights wrongs, no rush to behold.
Morning meal's meager if any at all,
Now out into this cruel reality to forage,
Bracing for what fate will now reveal.
The birds sing of sorrowful tales,
Their melodies seem sad and bleary,
Merchants washing fronts..is that blood?
Checking faces to see if any is missing,
Heads shaking hearts pumping in fear,
What next will be the news? Paradise hijacked.
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
Fractured Love
The calm nights of twinkling stars,
Brought us out to view their beauty.
We would sit watching in a warm embrace,
Professing our love for each other,
Good times together we did have my love.
Our dedication was to each other so strong.
The long walks together in spring,
Among the lovely blossoms of color.
Life was grand with our love intact,
Eyes glistened with love so sweetly passionate.
Then we drifted far apart, tied to separate lives,
We tried to keep the embers lit and burning.
But alas it was not to be as the flames died,
The stars seem so far away and dim now.
Our eyes now glistening from wet tears,
Our destiny together now fractured.
Two trains on separate tracks passing by,
Our journey now separate and isolated.
Could we have salvaged the feelings?
Can we still be friends as the love is in flight?
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
Circles
Where does one start or end in an oval?
You travel long and hard to only reach nowhere.
Any direction brings us back to starting point,
Trekking and swaying to different ends.
East to West or North to South it's all the same.
Should I say I am ill to cease this wandering,
Tracking after love has me frustrated.
All efforts seem in relative vain to make,
She has me in a quandary as to my next step.
© Perveiz Ali
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC