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It is my true mind,
And untainted heart talking;
NOT a POET…
I never do Poetry,
I just put my heart on paper…
“I can not teach anybody anything; I can only make them think.”
Socrates
I have never claimed that I am a poet. I am just a thinker and I believe; anyone who can think and can make others think; can do poetry. Anyone who can hear the cuckoo’s song, and can sing the unheard melodies; can do poetry. Anyone who can feel the pain of loss, and knows the ecstasy of love; can do poetry. Poetry can’t be learned or taught, unless it is running in our veins.
I have never tried to follow any rules; I do poetry as it comes to me. I ... more »
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari Poems
November
Fallen leaves have been crushed
Dried and amalgamated
With the dust
Of barren soils... more »
To This World Of Dying Humanity
The starter was served awfully before than-
You arrived;
The end is way afar yet.
And you have already relinquished;... more »
A Rootless Existence
Severed from self
It is just
A selfless existence
Of this body... more »
Amputated Dreams
Cracks in my ugly mind
Broken hearts of egoistic sighs
Looking down
The streets of deserted highs... more »
I Am A Commoner
It was or it is a bad dream
I was very innocent
Beautiful and exquisite
Before I drank the liquor of common life... more »
Misunderstood
When I whisper your name
So serene and pure,
When I bow my mortal head
And kiss your divine feet,... more »
Rise Up...!
Hey, Rise up!
You, still snoring in the lap of futile sleep;
At this hour of fleeting time,
Sleep is required no more.... more »
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To This World Of Dying Humanity
The starter was served awfully before than-
You arrived;
The end is way afar yet.
And you have already relinquished;
All your days of juvenile hopes,
And all your nights of wet dreams.
Strippers, Dancers and Hookers,
Crying,
While awake or asleep;
Money, Money and Money…
Professors, Doctors and Philosophers,
Whispering,
In the ears of their confused minds;
Money, Money and Money…
Priests, Pandits and Sheikhs,
Praying,
In the abodes of their delusional holiness;
Money, Money and Money…
Artists, Poets and Thinkers, ...
I've read some of your works like' To my motherland, Little death and Hanging stethoscope', I can conclude that your free verse contemporary works are workin well with your knowledgable and highly educated mind. It's not easy to get your reader feels what you have intent to convey in your works but I, as a poet myself could simply satisfied and just say 'wow.......what an awesome piece you have got here'.Brilliant writes Kamran and keep on moving forward with your golden pen! ! !
Best Wishes.
World Poet,
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
well. just read the poem To My Motherland... it was beautiful and i felt like crying cz being here thousands of miles away from my homeland... and...well....it's beautiful compilation of thoughts in terms of words