Akhtar Jawad [BitterTruth] (8-2-1945 / Gorakhpur)
- I Am Killing My Mother -new-
- The Mermaid Loves The Love -new-
- Registan Ki Barish -new-
- The Real Hero -new-
- Because Of Sin -new-
- Ouch -new-
- My Woman -new-
- A Work Of Art -new-
- Dreams Are Alive -new-
- A Phenomenal Smile -new-
- Artificial Intelligence -new-
- A Successful Romantic Marriage
- I’m A Programmed Sinner
- Cry Of Sculptures
Akhtar Jawad Poems
A Teen Aged Widow
When the morning star, Sees first sun ray, And disappears, In grief and distress,
I Am In Love
I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings,
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 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,
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,
Burning and melting, Lightning but no thunder, Tears dropping drown like icicles, Freezing but not cool,
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 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,
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.
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.
Keep The Beauty
The dancer of space,
A charming face,
Music of fountains,
And the divers.
All on duty.
Keep the beauty.