Biography of Akhtar Jawad
My grandfather at Jamia Nizamia, Delhi
when found himself a failure,
he migrated to Medina whereat,
he obtained his dream's lovely allure,
the degree of Shaikh-ul-Hadith there
(the final degree of a Muslim Schollar) .
A pretty rose after a long endure.
My father, a Moulvi Alim from Nizamiah, Delhi
and Moulvi Fazil from Nadvat-ul-Ulema Lucknow,
when as a Moulvi, found himself a failure,
switched to Aligarh for modern studies,
and secured marks during post-graduation
that is still a record.
Then he studied law at Lucknow,
Practiced as a lawyer at Gorakhpur,
but then he found himself again a failure,
How he could be a successful lawyer?
He could never become a liar!
He said, as a moulvi, he's a failure
As a lawyer, he is a failure
And that's why
he switched to the profession of teaching
He obtained the degree of Bachelor of Teaching from Aligarh
And he was appointed as a lecturer there.
I am also a failure,
As an accountant I always finished my works
in two or three or maximum four hours.
My seniors went on adding more works to my job description,
but they could never force me to earn more
by sitting late and working overtime.
I don't mind taking guidance from any book of wisdom
Besides Holy Koran,
I always remained guided by Bhagvad Gita.
" Karmanye vadhikaraste Ma Phaleshu Kadachana."
(You have the right to work only but never to its fruits.)
I am hopeful,
I don't know what I procure,
but the pains I endure,
make me so much confident and secure,
I'm sure, I'm sure and I am sure,
one day I'll be a master of allure.
(If God wishes so.)
Akhtar Jawad's Works:
- برسات کی رات Barsat Ki Rat -new-
- Wine Of Truth -new-
- The Children Should Be At Least Nine -new-
- We Are Fish That Can Swim Against The St... -new-
- Pain Of Knowing The Truth -new-
- Night -new-
- Jangal -new-
- The Only Worry -new-
- Once The Storm Starts -new-
- Poetry In Moon
- Be Careful, Angel!
- A Child's Game
- A Cynosure Of All Eyes
- No More Promises
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,
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,
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 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.
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,
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,
Two Flowers And The Bird
Alas! it's me who fell down in love! But one who got a crown in love, Almost alike both are pretty flowers, Smiled, Oh Bird! In your handsome bowers,
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,
Leave It Any Way
“I know the art, how to win a heart, Off course, it should be a heart, That beats on the waves of music, May be of a maid who is dancing with me,
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.
I saw her photograph at home,
Liked her simple grace.
Saw her at a holy place,
Peace prevailing face.
I saw her on a modern town's roam,
Modern dressing modern style,
Posing for cameras and mobile,
A glorious past becoming futile.