Biography of Akhtar Jawad
I was born on 8th of February,1945 at 8 AM
Akhtar Jawad's Works:
- The Same Naughty Woman Of Your Bed -new-
- You Are No More My Leader -new-
- A Slave Girl -new-
- The Smiling Death (Being Inspired By A P... -new-
- Karachi Can't Survive As An Independent ... -new-
- Life Is A Boat -new-
- Aren't You Love! -new-
- Leadership -new-
- Rahbari -new-
- Morals -new-
- Summer Vacation -new-
- The Black Beauty -new-
- Seventeen Though Seventy One
- So It's Your Day
Akhtar Jawad Poems
I Am In Love
I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings,
A Teen Aged Widow
When the morning star, Sees first sun ray, And disappears, In grief and distress,
Burning and melting, Lightning but no thunder, Tears dropping drown like icicles, Freezing but not cool,
A Broken Doll
When someone broke my heart, One never knew one was sitting in my heart, I am not picking broken pieces of my heart, I am picking pieces of someone,
Friendship is an amazing relationship, I don't know how others understand, I don't know how others withstand, It is something hidden and locked by a zip.
A Guide For Girls In Love
A man who is never sentimental, Always discussing philosophy and ethics, Always busy in business dynamics, And not admires you when you're emotional,
A word widely misspelled, Dictionary adds and justifies, And over all accepted, A welcoming compromise.
A Great Poetess
Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound,
To A Muslim Assalam To A Hindu Ram Ram
I want to die at the place of my birth, No soil is better than that soil on this earth, Colors of that soil have a rainbow in it, Any other soil for me is misfit,
A Lovely Date
Dear peacock when you dance in a forest, It’s the beauty itself that dances with you, Can you tell me how do you love and the rest? How your beloved romances with you?
Aanu Bhadra Kratvo Yantu Vishwatah - Bha...
Let noble thoughts come, from each sides, Collect the gems, wherever are the tides. Enjoy good thoughts, like beauty of brides, They are friends of all, and good guides.
An Innocent Love Affair
I watched a movie of Suraiya when I was a child, Suraiya was an Indian popular star, She exposed her tunes like a guitar, An appealing beauty making every one wild.
A Rose Flower
After a fine mild rain, I walked on the pavements, Of a garden of flowers, Aftershocks of showers,
Come On Dear Clouds
It’s too hot, could you come as a rainy spout! The heat inside now shrieks for outing, The music of steps I can feel, I breathe-in you, And what I inhale is shivering my body,
Terror is instinct, seen in dejected,
In the weaker creatures,
Who can't face the powers,
And strength of flash-eaters.
Terror is the weapon, first invented,
To fight the nature,
To assist in adventure,
To raise the treasure.