S I Mehfooze

Rookie - 28 Points (4-10 1993 / Kupwara kashmir india)

Biography of S I Mehfooze

Shah Ishtiyaq Mehfooze was born on 4th of October 1993 in a well-to-do family in Kashmir a beautiful state of north india.His real name is Ishtiyaq Hussain shah and mehfooz as his Pen name. Mehfooze is very active and simple, right from his childhood and likes much sufferings.Mehfooze is a deep thinker of events and wanted the only root of their happenings.His such character became much harmful to his life and he also met some dangerous incidents.Once in childhood days he was drowned into a nearby canal and when asked about it he innocently answered that in the water i was seeing weather i too can swim like the fishes or not as lord has given me much bigger body and fins unlike them, he was unique from other children in every aspect he don't use to play with them but would keep busy in thinking the life's fact. He was very intelligent speaker and would try to learn ENGLISH much more then that of other subjects. He would sometimes ran from the school and would watch the nature. He use to ran to the gardens and would think about the trees bearing fruits and their mechanism in changing their food, like Air, Water, and Sunlight into colorful fruits which a human can't do.He often asked questions that why a plant and not a human can do so. Everyone told about him that he is quiet unique and must have a fascinating talent.Later his father caught the talent he was imposed by lord the talent of poetry, when he was writing a rhyme over the gnawing of a rat at mid night when he was only a Fourth standard student and when questioned what is he doing he answered that his pen is cursing the rat who disturbed my sleep.After that his father tried hard to step his son towards his mission and send him to study under the CBSE.His father makes him and brings him up, in his childhood days his father would ask him to write some paragraphs on whatever topic choose d by his father and was also given some prize money after its completion.How can one not highlight the way he expresses the scenes, events, and happenings into a simple possible words which is the unique and a sound characteristic of his poetry. Mehfooz would stole the literature books of his seniors and would taste the poetry version, john Keats and William Shakespeare are his role models. His greatest enemies were his text books, he never studied his text books interestingly rather he would spend his time in reading the novels and poetry and one could usually see him roaming with a Charles dickens novel.His friends love him very much as his talent and humanity was something which makes him more loving. Mehfooz firstly wrote his initial poem 'MY LOVE WITH NATURE' in his sixth standard in which he describes his love to lord's creation. He describes trees as the base of life and the shape of living. He describes how much he loves nature even in his little age. Mehfooze would spent his whole time in reading books besides his subjects. he loved poetry much and he will never feel boring if he is taught poems days and nights. But mehfooz's habit of not studying his subjects became a venom for his parents and they decided to cancel his admission in the boarding school but at last he was warned not to write poems until he finishes his study. His father who is an experienced teacher don't allow him to write poems further and all his literature books were transferred to home and were kept in the custody of his father.But besides this he never exposed his talent in public as he was shy and said that his teachers would perhaps insult him b at last his poetry was paused for two years before the migration to Ranchi a middle Indian state in his ninth standard. After the migration his parents and friends saw a new face of Mehfooze as he again opened his poetic account and was much developed in maximum faces of his life. He wrote six poems in his tenth class, three poems in eleventh and four poems in his twelfth class, including twentieths quotes as well as passed all the classes with good result. But it is believed that the migration made him the perfect writer and his development in his writing there was exceptional and wonderful. Actually he fell in love there but never get it still and that ache flummoxed him and put him in the real writing direction. He fights for it but he is keen and confident that Allah will never do something wrong with my simple and fresh thinking.His friends said that only the migration made him the poet. Our Kashmir wants more and more from this beautiful talented mind we expect a lot from him further.



EDUCATION


Mehfooz a twenty year old boy is a writer of 17 poems 23 quotes and some of the rhymes as well. He is perusing a bachelor of management degree BBA at BGSB University Rajouri Kashmir. He got his basic education from the locality and his father also helped him very much in his studies he is both his father and a teacher too And today his name is included in the toppers of his class.He improved like the growing of a bamboo in all the fields.

WORKS

Mehfooze wrote several blockbuster poems limited to seventeen included the poem THE CATERWAUL Which make him won the deep thinker and the BEST ROMANTIC TEENAGE POET AWARD from Goa in his part one. His works include

1) MY LOVE WITH NATURE
2) THE CATERWAUL
3) SISTER JENNIFER'S DEATH
4) OH BEAUTY TELLING TO YOU
5 THE DEAD LEAF
6 THOSE CHALLENGES MY MAKER
7) CALL THY FATHER
8) GRANDPA'S LAST WORDS
9) SHE DOESN'T REMAIN SHE
10) THE SHOT THREAT
11) STOLEN THEE EYES
12) TEARS DOWN CHEEKS
13) THE NAME IN THE ROSY FIST
14) SUGGESTION TO BROTHER CAT
15) BOWING TREES
16) WHEN LORD DRESSES KASHMIR
17) THE GOOD BYE DAY.


AWARDS

Mehfooze has won few awards in school days but a great charm came to his life when he was declared the winner of the BEST ROMANTIC TEENAGE POET AWARD in Goa few months ago.

S I Mehfooze's Works:

MEHFOOZ has not published any of his book because of his studies but he aims to publish his anthology very soon. wish him a happy and successful future....

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It was nice to Examine over my head
A horror change in weather in weird

And colour of sky from blue to red
When the clouds on my head spread

Into blood like fire ball way ahead
Time to fly the kites along a long thread

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