Waseem A Malla
Biography of Waseem A Malla
Waseem A Malla belongs to a picturesque hamlet - Radbug, - in Kashmir. He has made attempts with different genres of poetry in English & Urdu, and gets inspired by the works of Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib, Mewlana Jalalud Din Rumi, Agha Shahid Ali, Parveen Shakir and Ahmad Faraz. Superficially romantic in nature, his poems depict a thrust on mystical elements, with a representation of Asian philosophy.
At present, he is working as the Managing Editor of a
quarterly eMagazine 'Fragrance' (efragrance.weebly.com) . His poems have been published in a no. of anthologies, of which 'Fiesta of Love', 'Moods & Moments', Minds @ Work 2, The Art Of Being Human vol.6 and 'Aatish' (alongwith Bollywood lyricists Gulzar & Irshad Kaamil) require a special mention. One of his poems is part of a novel 'Intelligence Code' Part 1.
Waseem A Malla's Works:
1. Fragrance- A Quaterly Poetry eMagazine
2. Fiesta of Love
3. Moods & Moments
4. Intelligence Code part 1 (Contributed)
6. The Art Of Being Human vol 6
7. Minds @ Work 2
Waseem A Malla Poems
The Special Girl
Every tick of the clock, every beat of my heart, Reminds me of your beauty, of your name, Of your smile, your fragrance, my sweetheart, I can do nothing, just exclaim.
The Feast Of Immortality...! ! !
The darkness stays guarding my house, During the blackest of the nights, Guarding the ruined empire of light, The light which now illuminates the path,
The Cruel Mistress: Life
I think of you as a cruel mistress, Landed I'm in utter distress, This insanity, no wine can bring, This pain in my heart, no bee can sting,
Candle & Moth: An English Ghazal
In the far away lands I saw its glare, The candle at which the moths do stare; There I sat with my mates to see- How,
Piper Of The Holy Land: Kashmir
Far away in an unknown corner, God has carved with His own hand, Valleys that sink and mountains that do tower, Kashmir: a holy, spiritual and a sacred land;
The Flowers Of Your Love...! ! !
From the barren lands of my heart, Sere for years, in utter thirst, Do spring the flowers of your love. Those flowers of Daisy- Innocent,
A Poor Single Mother...! ! !
Tonight she decorated another bed, She was the ornament of another night, Tonight some new arms embraced her, And she slept with another man.
In My Eyes- A Ghazal
Her beauty settled a sight, pristine in my eyes, Dreams have turned, after long, green in my eyes; Numerous seas have set forth from my heart,
I Hope: One Day
You will be mine forever, That all along the way, There will be blessings showered, And flowers blossoming, for me.
One day, as I would look back, Into my life lived all the days, The days without you, and the nights, Without any sleep comporting my eyes.
In My Dreams: A Ghazal
Dislike of Hypnos, perhaps, I provoke in my dreams, I wonder who keeps me awoke in my dreams; Dreams of love & of hatred keep me sleepless,
... It Is: An English Ghazal
Look at my love, how grand it is, So green a crop, in Heart's land it is; Of all in existence, God thus spoke: He commands it to 'Be', and it is;
Every Night: A Ghazal
Every wound of heart extends a little deep every night, Pangs of death & of pain, hush up my sleep every night; Miles & miles lie ahead of me before I depart,
Journey Sans Destiny
I had set upon a journey, far and long, For years I travelled with my luck along; A journey, one of a thousand distances,
Journey Sans Destiny
I had set upon a journey, far and long,
For years I travelled with my luck along;
A journey, one of a thousand distances,
One look and tired felt all my glances;
With me, of seven colors, were my dreams,
And treaded along, of hope, few gleams;