Akhtar Jawad [BitterTruth] (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)
Biography of Akhtar Jawad
I was born on 8th of February,1945 at 8 AM
Akhtar Jawad's Works:
- Satan -new-
- Welcome Back Geetha Jaya Kumar -new-
- Power Of Beauty -new-
- Hilary Playing A Contract Of Six Hearts -new-
- Smiles -new-
- She Is Changed In Beauty -new-
- The Waves -new-
- The Suppressed Persons -new-
- My Dirtiest Habit -new-
- Waiting For The Rains -new-
- Getup Old Flower -new-
- The Widow Bird -new-
- A Fire Rainbow -new-
- When The Things Go Wrong -new-
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,
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 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,
A Great Poetess
Admired and enjoyed, As a guide I deployed, Messages I found, In her poems so profound,
A word widely misspelled, Dictionary adds and justifies, And over all accepted, A welcoming compromise.
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,
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,
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,
Walking By Windows
The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate,
A Guide For Boys In Love
You are sitting on the bank of a lake, Engaged in fishing and smoking with silence, You are not interested in a particular fish, Depending entirely on your fate for the day.
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?
Keep The Beauty
The dancer of space,
A charming face,
Music of fountains,
And the divers.
All on duty.
Keep the beauty.