Khurshid Alam Poems
|2.||In Search Of Peace||4/30/2009|
|3.||The Golden Birds||4/30/2009|
|4.||A Poet Laments||4/30/2009|
|5.||The Mysterious Man||9/9/2009|
|6.||An Inclusive India||9/9/2009|
|8.||The Grass Is Shaking||9/9/2009|
|10.||I’m Slave To Myself||9/11/2009|
|11.||Weave Dreams Into Act||9/11/2009|
|12.||Paths Are Obstructed||9/27/2009|
|14.||At The Crossings||9/27/2009|
|16.||You Turned My Faith||10/1/2009|
|17.||Shez Mingled In Me||10/1/2009|
|20.||The National Library||4/3/2009|
|21.||A Drop Of Dew||4/30/2009|
Comments about Khurshid Alam
The National Library
Many couples couple to the serene campus
But they don’t love; never marry each other
Yet they’re apace for a feeling unrealised
They often take bits of paper and make equations
They do, they don’t; till they get a predominant zero.
Some scholars come in boots and tie
With shirt-in on fine pants and the glasses
On their nose which tell how much ordeal
They’ve suffered and they work daylong
For their purpose and gather all papers
And they make a good name and win fame.
Many regulars hunt the library, in the Main Building
In the Magazine section, and ...
Psephologists competing with their opinion polls
A prophecy they draw to the final hustings
Bouleversement for one wing; anti-incumbency for the other
They profess for the polls to be polled at the booths.
James W Lain’s Shivaji: the Hindu King in Islamic India
Or the burning Gujarat; or the Lucknow saree-stampede
Are the pawns of the Nationalists’ games in the fray.