ADNAN SHAFI

ADNAN SHAFI

Domination

Cataclysm crying gust-

No hankering, attenuated

bodies,

Scrunching afterimage

of the repugnant and

pragmatical rendering

of Cataclysm,

High-pitched shouts

from countenances

in the dale, the suzerainty

of politically villainous

withdrawing of the caitiff

horde,

Such misanthropically,

standoffish, underfoot

facet of subsistence

in which nary a soul

is worrisome in the

circadian protoplasm

of the hoi polloi of the

desiccated land,

No apotheosis,

unceasingly

life-and-death

element of a man

seems downtrodden

and subservient.

Mother

A treasure trove, for an ineffable mother,

I love thee only, -thou art

seraphic soul,

Alas! The world has decimated thy themes now that frayed!

Can I not look for some words quite impeccable and praiseworthy

To make vivid thy tender and cherishing,

Thy nature for thy children, thy luscious tonality in lulling them?

Can I not, by some figures construe

Thy decisive love I receive,

The riveting elation, so like to wondrous beat?

Can I not, by some similes, metaphors construe

Thy life sacrificed, in the long run of tendering a family,

Thy canvas so huge, Ah, all verses filled, can not express thy being.

So let me cease my lines this way-

Words can naught do,

But blithely gladden thee.

Love

Love, recondite and ravishing,

Enters the marred ambiguity of a great life,

close-mouthed and patient,

The two waiting, are still alive, dreaming,

and favourable, far-flung and still stretched out,

in this dream, may haps, how real their watch is,

In the long run of doubt the others had!

How sure their love is, compared to their?

aggravated dream;

The dream which in breaking them up at,

Will speak profoundly.

Quandary

I will give away my life

I will denude the darns

I will acquiesce my torments as

prosperous panacea to be fed to the

riffraff tyrannized

I wish to instate love that can carry all

the politicians through a stroke in

the planet where birds sink into a song

their comrades once sang in the treetops

and certain birds frenetic to quest the song

released to simmer them down.

He too can cram more love here

He is a politician

Body attenuated with the maniacal mind,

Huge money heaped on his back

This is life and death

So we know the role of Almighty

He is the manager of this world,

In your house,

Sports, Pastime, Decoration,

Glorifying, Contending, Praising etc.

Everything was there

When we returned to your house

We noticed that it wasn't there

So we built a human tomb in a graveyard

Where birds are now higher singing,

and where we speak of things

Unheard, unreachable.

Walking Pains

A man so honest I

Can't get through-

His pain passing by

in a short time.

The soul said,

do or die,

I walked -the pain

And the soul all died

a death.

I tried with my

Bones and heart

Of body, not even

a shared impression:

Months of ideation, days

Of potherb, -desert

man, in a hurry.

ADNAN SHAFI

Young ADNAN SHAFI, (23) was born and brought up in a middle class educated Bhat family, which belongs to Chandrigam in Tral area of Kashmir valley. He is a poet, writer, columnist, translator, short story writer and reviewer. His poetry book "TEARS FALL IN MY HEART’ depicts sorrows and vicissitudes of life. There are various hues in his poems ranging from love to loneliness and despair. Besides, his poetry is replete with simplicity of thought and language. Some of the poems are autobiographical in nature which relate to his own life’s vows.