Biography of Tajudeen Shah
A marketer by profession, teacher by passion and a poet (with all humility, as friends say) by nature. born in India, resident in the Arabian Gulf. Brought up by parents of exceptional values, thanks to God, and still keeping most of their qualities and heritage to make them feel proud of what they composed in their youth. Literature has always been my passion, so did ran after most of the English romantics with great enthusiasm. Malayalam poets of immense quality imagination and craft is the gentle impulse that keep the fire intact. Urdu Ghazals contributed me to practice the tenderness of romance, love and devotion; devotion of various types. let us start building our relation with this uncut expressions. as moods and thoughts may keep varying, would be great to read a later state of mind. Good Morning.
Tajudeen Shah Poems
The Shortest Epic.
Big bang! In void's lab did happen Such an awful explosion; So is it fixed in human.
Nature Vs Man
Rustling over the dense green And driving off a day's sheen, Comes here the dark rain That might flush all the plain.
They are many and varied, Some are cute and tarried. Some are very much fond And often do they haunt
Absolute Truth, A Dream.
An intelligent soul, A sharp observer,
Well, You and your thoughts Make my inner- waves flow off Unto some abyss of silence absolute And chillness horrendous.
Why Blame The Youth..?
Why blame the youth, Who is familiar not with The ways of life you had in the past, Who is not fed with
A Tranquil Morning.
Still and radiant backwater visage Had adornments of morning majesty; Fading off to the green inland. Many a freshwater fish still in trance
A Blessed Fate.
The first raindrop on my nose tip Landed after her long-fated trip! A crystal crown at first-fall emerged, And many a rainbows blossomed!
Changes Invariable (Iv)
Mosquitoes, Bugs, Beatles and Gnats, Ants, Spiders, Rats, Snakes and cockroaches All have got immune to the most toxins ever. Epidemics have grown into Pandemics,
Papyrus Vs Blogs
Don’t be nervous, Nor do you grieve, Oh, Bard, soothe, In life’s destined gloom.
Nature remains bathed In tolerance's glory, Man has learnt Perseverance and forgiveness.
She Is Pregnant.
She is pregnant, Yes, she has always been Conceiving and delivering; The worth of Man and Nature,
A Flood In Memory.
Flood waters gushed in! No trace of grass could be found, Except a few grass-woven roofs, That too remained shedding tears!
Man was blind in and out, Even with eyes sharp and senses blessed. Ages of wandering, crossing earth-skirts, In pursuit of caves, leaves, fish and animals,
My Lost Asylum, Wisdom.
She was tender at heart,
In love with a story book
That contained butterflies,
Gardens, lawns, sheep,
Shepherds and brooks.
Devoting attention fully,
Kept on reading slowly.
Paused, mused and resumed,
While words grew sentences,