Biography of 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 Kashmirand now works as a teacher. 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. He has also cultivated an appreciation for Urdu poetry: Sir Mohamnad Iqbal, Mirza Ghalib, Faiz Ahmad Faiz, Ahmed Faraz and Mir Takki Mir all captured his attention and inspired him to write with more sensitivity and picturesque style. He also became familiarwith the beautiful versification of Aga Shahid Ali, a landmark Kashmiri-born American poet, whose influence has spiced his poetic endeavors with patriotic flavor. His body of work is multi-faceted, touchingon 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.
Perveiz Ali Poems
We live in a social space, with a unique niche, Each of us have our roles to play unwaveringly. We have an unwritten constitution of rights, In an amalgamation of families, called society.
Man on a mission, aiming to guide, Out to motivate all, no silly pride. Encourager and scout of great talent,
Afternoon showers in mid summer were in blissful swing, Nature's setting of a scene, a sweet romantic thing. We sit in our abodes in our long and narrow lanes,
When I Was Young
When I was young, Winter was an inspiration, It fashioned my dreams, affected my inclination, Had me yearning for a character, pure as snow, Spring and its green, diminished Winter's glow,
I do promise to abandon selfish individuality, To work for us determinedly for an eternity.
Handful of dry sand so cool with such tiny grain Shining and sparkling as through my fingers drain. The soft breeze blows it up steep slopes with ease
Don't contaminate the heart as its reality is charity Always seek to avoid envy, avarice and cruelty. Money, food and clothes to poor ispure charity,
Change is fate of both dynamic and static, In response to environs or to face the tragic. They say change is a variable law of nature,
Unified Approach Had she been there through all the stresses of life, Her presence would have eased much strife.
To dream is normal, not a sin, It's how we get prepared to win. To live sans dreams, is hopeless,
No one is immune to grief in nature, Some may boldly tackle while others freak. The pain of grief is awful mental anguish, Let it subside so we can recover our faculties.
With so much unrest in the world and fighting among nations, Our ardous task should be to control our vulgar passions. Advertent and inadvertent misuse of theology is rampant,
Here is a garden in a lush land, Nestled in a green mountain gap, Picturesquely beautiful and sweet, A natural resort of health and calm,
Dreamscape Whenever I close my eyes, images of you surface, Each memory of cherished moments bring joy.
Oh Lord! How long will I wait to see
The world in total equality,
People living in communal harmony?
Oh Lord! Is there a place to see, Where schooling is free
And food to the poor served without a rupee?
Oh Lord! When will our society be
An epitome of the concept of morality,