Biography of Famida Basheer
Famida Basheer Poems
aatmaa he said your soul it must awaken it sleeps the sleep of the untried
</>So that is how it is! Its not as if the sun comes up and the sky is abruptly glorious and everything suddenly spurts and blooms.
I taste the limpid moonlit night; the wandering cloud aglow with thirst; whose liquid bowl innards seduce the stars with promises of old...
All true the spattering of rain upon the disillusioned and the brave dousing grasshoppers and crowds intentional and knave
Walk away into the other room.Walk away. What will I find there except a void full of all that is not the previous room. A better void because it is
The End So all must die and I must too not at peace in my own bed
You saw her striding through her life shaking off the relics of her own penury of purpose; Her eyes seeking without knowing. You watched as she hastily dried the rain
Speak says the eagle and the screeches in the caverns shatter the rocks.
The Wasting Ways Of War
They all weep. War poems, Documentary scripts File pictures, all cry that War is about the brave men;
My goldfish died She lay there floating in her morning bowl while her sister chewed upon her guts in silent rebellion
I watch the bleating evening clouds Explain themselves to soaring trees Who wield their sticks on swaying knees.
Walk In The Woods-1
Once more along a bracken wood walk where the branches whisper their family secrets while mynas admonish restless baby monkeys
I stood upon a pedestal That grew With it I rose To heights so high
</>So that is how it is!
Its not as if the sun comes up
and the sky is abruptly glorious
and everything suddenly spurts and blooms.
There is a secret that goes on
under cover of your ignorance did you know
as it does throughout the day;
that does its magical finger snapping