Syed Ahmed Shah
Biography of Syed Ahmed Shah
Syed Ahmed Shah Poems
Funerals Are For The Living
If you are the social type And enjoy meeting people, Never miss a funeral in the graveyard; Funerals are great occasions
Schizophrenia By Deepa Thakuria (Transla...
When the diseased mind Talks to the wind Torn leaves Turn into swinging shadows.
Dust On A Windy Road
Dust on a windy road Masks on faces A Child behind the curtain We try to run away
Holes are everywhere... Holes in the heart Black holes in space Manholes in sidewalks
Frozen to my bones As the mercury dives But my neurons, born hot, Never tire of firing
The day lay scattered on the cold marble floor Like colorful beads escaping From a torn rosary string...
It Is Fundamental, Honey
Why write about something That exists by default Absolute Time Absolute Space
Yeh Kooche Ye Nilaam Ghar Dil-Kashee Ke ...
Translation of an ageless song written by Sahir Ludhianvi (Film Pyaasa) These sickly lanes, these houses of flesh These pillaged ill-fated caravans of life
I Aspire... Translated From An Assamese ...
I aspire to see in a thousand eyes Raging flames of the blazing sun To overcome the horrifying ordeal Waiting at the hazardous crossroads of time
Hamne Dekhi Hain.. (Translation Of A Son...
I have felt the floating aroma of those fragrant eyes Do not accuse it of a relationship with your touch It is just an emotion; gauge it with your soul Let love remain love, spare it the burden of a name…
My Dress Hangs There... Translation Of A...
My Dress Hangs There My house was by the sea, I love the sea.
Die Kristallnacht Idiots
You broke shop windows with sledgehammers Your arms could hardly lift; and you thought, Broken crystals would make large sounds and A solitary fire would look like a thousand and they
Poetry, like love Comes in volent bursts It is all about spilling blood Sometimes hers
Mujhse Pahli Si Mahabbat Meri Mahboob Na...
Do not expect of me, my beloved, the same old love Life once appeared beautiful because, I thought, you were there The sweet longing for you made me forget other worldly pains The spring seemed eternal because of your splendid beauty
That Bomb In My Balcony
From my bed I could hear it swish through the air like a missile and
Drop in my balcony with a dull thud; I knew it was coming and
Eagerly awaited its arrival.
The little devil.
It rarely failed to explode; Its success rate is
Close to a hundred percent.
It is only a matter of time; A few seconds or
May be a few minutes when its
Deadly force would shatter my (peaceful?) world.