Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari Poems

Fallen leaves have been crushed
Dried and amalgamated
With the dust
Of barren soils

The starter was served awfully before than-
You arrived;
The end is way afar yet.
And you have already relinquished;

Severed from self
It is just
A selfless existence
Of this body

Cracks in my ugly mind
Broken hearts of egoistic sighs
Looking down
The streets of deserted highs

When I whisper your name
So serene and pure,
When I bow my mortal head
And kiss your divine feet,

Hey, Rise up!
You, still snoring in the lap of futile sleep;
At this hour of fleeting time,
Sleep is required no more.

I can’t live without you.
Is it a complicated statement?

You ask me…

It was a silky-flawless dusk
And He was standing
Forlorn and dejected
In the middle of a busy street

My mind asks me
To create a basket full of blossomed Daffodils
With the beauty of my ambiguous thoughts.

Lights of unknown desire,
Making me blind-
I was a very ordinary man,
Before I drank the river of Lethe;

Stethoscope always hanging
Around the handle-lock
Of a rusty-broken cupboard

Is your Birthday
But it’s not the only day
You were born

Wind blowing half heartedly
in the woods of skinny trees
Socrates and Descartes
occupying my illogical mind

Eat my little dream
Like a forbidden fruit
And tell me
How it tastes like?


Should flow in my head
As I’ve known nothing

You think for hours,
Still unable to write;
A mesmerizing poem,
A word of hope,

Psychedelic smoke
Rising in the backstreet of my shallow mind
Kiss my lips
With one more puff of your feverish wit


When I asked her
A complicated question
Her scorching silence
Burnt me to ashes


Brown faces turning to a beam of dim light
Being crushed by the feet of walking Sun
Like an old mill making the off-white flour
From whole grains of

Love is not an enduring emotion
Love is not an infinite passion
Love is not related to the heart beats
Love is not about dreams and trances

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari Biography

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 believe; and can feel the presence of some Higher Power, while writing my mind, heart and soul on paper. Sometimes I lose my rhythm, and then I realize that I have lost balance in my thoughts. Sometimes I can find that balance in the nature around me, and sometimes I get more confused. Rhythm is always secondary to thought, and it is definitely the music of nature. And every thought can be rhythmic, if we have a creative sense of music in our souls. To do good poetry the ability to sense and thirst to explore the Truth and Virtue is as vital as Oxygen to life. If we don't have that sense and thirst of Truth and Virtue inside us, no matter how rhythmic we are; we can never do good poetry. And the central to all; one must be as free as a bird in the infinite sky, while doing poetry; which is not always possible. And I must say that even masterfully crafted verses can’t capture a mind, unless dipped in the sweat of perspiring pain and the fountain of ecstatic joy. So, poetry is a blend of our emotions, thoughts, beliefs and above all our instinctive dimensions and desires. And if it is spontaneous, effortless and at the same time preserves the essence of all required ingredients; then surely words can make wonders. Indeed, this life is sometimes like a prison. There are many things we follow, and many things we have to do without our will. Sometimes we have a free will, and mostly we are like slaves. One must be a learner all the life. One must seek the truth, and try to find it in everything. And I will never mind shouting these words in the ear of each and every soul on the face of the earth. “Explore life, observe the self and others; and then analyze. Don't follow what is given to you; follow what purity of your soul tells you. Listen to your inner self, be kind to yourself and others; enhance your understanding, and always love yourself and others. Make divine love your weapon to combat the pains and sorrows of life and always remember- Love is not what you fall for; it is what you stand for- And only True Love, Mindfulness and unconditional service to humanity can make this life worth-living for eternity.” In the end I would ask my readers to read my poems like you are reading my life. And feel free to like or dislike, appreciate or criticize; whatever you say and do my friends; I would never mind. Just be sincere to yourself and respond truthfully after reading this poetry, which is nothing; but my life. Thank you God bless everyone Dr Syed Kamran H Bukhari drkamranhaider@yahoo.com All rights are reserved with the author.)

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Fallen leaves have been crushed
Dried and amalgamated
With the dust
Of barren soils

Sunken hearts have been stripped
Cracked and defeated
With the lust
Of alluring beauties

Shrunken minds have been putrefied
Abandoned and replaced
With the bust
Of convulsive impulses

This November
The faith has to be revolutionized
The fate must be renovated
The fallen got to be resurrected
From the mist of dusky dawns

This November
The heart aches for more blood
The mind craves for more thought
The soul begs for more piety
And a human cries for lost identity

The month of my fall
From divinity to humanity
Would be the month of my rise
From humanity to divinity

Nov 03,2008

Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari Comments

Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 26 October 2008

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

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Blue Horizon 10 October 2008

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

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