Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
Biography of Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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.”
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.
God bless everyone
Dr Syed Kamran H Bukhari
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Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari Poems
Fallen leaves have been crushed Dried and amalgamated With the dust Of barren soils
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;
A Rootless Existence
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
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
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
Today; My mind asks me To create a basket full of blossomed Daffodils With the beauty of my ambiguous thoughts.
Who Will Bell The Cat?
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
It’s Your Birthday
Today Is your Birthday But it’s not the only day You were born
Melody Of Pain
Wind blowing half heartedly in the woods of skinny trees Socrates and Descartes occupying my illogical mind
Who Will Bell The Cat?
Lights of unknown desire,
Making me blind-
I was a very ordinary man,
Before I drank the river of Lethe;
I drank whole of it,
Drop by drop;
It penetrated my veins,
Like an injection of Heroin,
Still I could see lucid dreams,