Biography of Parvin Shere
Parvin Shere is a poetess, artist and musician. She was born in India, then migrated to Canada where she has resided for over thirty years. She is married to Professor Syed Waris Shere, a product of Aligarh Muslim University (B.Sc. 1956).
Parvin Shere has been painting for over thirty years and formally developed her talents at the University of Manitoba (Canada) Fine Arts program. Her extensive travel throughout Europe and particularly in developing countries triggered in her a need to enlighten her audience about the dualistic nature of this world. The oppressed has a profound effect on her work. Parvin’s visual art has been exhibited in Canada, United States of America, England, France, Germany, China and India. Her work is displayed in many prominent public and private collection internationally. She has won several awards internationally. Previously the selection committee of “Adabi Culture”, Varanasi, India has awarded Parvin Shere’s “Kirchian”(“fragments”) as one of the two best books for the year 2008. She was one of five nominees honoured during the prestigious “Woman of Distinction Awards” for her contribution in Art, Culture and Heritage in Winnipeg, Canada. She has composed CD’S of poetry and music for UNICEF to help raise funds for underprivileged children globally. In addition to organ and banjo, she plays the sitar, one of the most ancient and difficult instruments.
She currently works for the Film Classification for the Government of Manitoba, Canada. Parvin Shere was also awarded the prize for “best book” in 2010 for her latest publication titled “Raindrops on Parched Land” (Nihal-e-Dil Par Sahab Jaise), 2010 edition by Urdu Markaz International, Los Angeles, USA.
Parvin's book was recently launched in India, Pakistan, the United Kingdom and Germany. Her book is also in the collection of the British Library in London and the University of Heidelberg.
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Parvin Shere Poems
Clinging to your finger, mom, I ventured my first steps: Learned to make difficult turns, On the tortuous walks of life
Wrapped in the shroud of eternal life, Huddled in the bosom of mother earth, Free of the world's noise and hustle, In longing arms of peaceful slumber
A crowd of dry-lipped poeple Wanders in an arid desert.
A pale dry ailing leaf, Shorn of a branch of the tree, Is holding on to gusty winds, In aimless wandering spree.
All windows are sealed shut; All doors leading out are padlocked. Somewhere in my Ville of Gloom, there're treasures of my woes buried.
Pale Blue Moon
Like a pale moon in a circle of painful gloom With knotted hair and harassed eyes He leads a gypsy life.
Between Sound And Hearing
It is the heartwarming sound of song Betokening the living throbs of this house Which is but my whole universe It is my self-same friend - speaking for me
In the torn mantle of dense clouds, The tired sun has snuggled itself to sleep. ' A bird is lost in its thoughts On a branch of a tree.
Shrouded in stark shadow of death, Sleepless cities awash with gloom; Minarets, domes, bowed down, Stifled sobs,
The Towering Ego
A lost and lonely wayfarer she was; bereft of destination, no shelter over her head; no cloud to give her cover. Her ears strained for a familiar sound
My life without your company, I do not mind the pangs, For cactus has inspired in me The dreams of spring and you.
A life free of hazards is hard to conceive. A mountain came against my way The first step I took, And what I found at end of toil-a wild deserted place.
My life without your company,
I do not mind the pangs,
For cactus has inspired in me
The dreams of spring and you.
My shattered heart and so much light!
I do not know the cause.
Was it the shooting meteor
I saw lighten the night?