Syed Ahmed Shah

Rookie - 247 Points (03-08-1960 / Guwahati, Assam, India)

Syed Ahmed Shah Poems

1. Alert Notice 3/1/2012
2. Have You Been Looking For Me? 3/1/2012
3. The Early Bird 3/1/2012
4. The Philosopher Thief 3/2/2012
5. Lipstick 3/3/2012
6. Snail... 3/3/2012
7. Paralysis 3/4/2012
8. Amnesia 3/4/2012
9. Termites 3/4/2012
10. Little Boys Playing In The Graveyard 3/4/2012
11. Comatose 3/5/2012
12. Alien Poetry 3/6/2012
13. Mouth Full Of Diamonds 3/6/2012
14. Circus In My Backyard 3/7/2012
15. Hamlet 3/7/2012
16. Beauty 3/8/2012
17. A Diary Entry 3/8/2012
18. On The Death Of A Young Girl 3/13/2012
19. Vangogh In My Front Yard 3/13/2012
20. The All-Ordinary Man 3/13/2012
21. Poets 3/14/2012
22. Harvest Me By Hiren Bhattacharyya (Translated From Assamese) 3/14/2012
23. The Circus Has Vacancies 3/15/2012
24. My Poems Are Shorter Than Your Breath 3/15/2012
25. Roof By Kangan Talukdar (Translated From Assamese) 3/15/2012
26. Two Suns 3/16/2012
27. A Visit To The Zoo 3/17/2012
28. Numbness 3/17/2012
29. A Day In The Shade. 3/17/2012
30. Cheetah On The Chase 3/18/2012
31. I Love Crows 3/18/2012
32. I Salute The Jackal. 3/18/2012
33. A Day Under A Corrugated Iron Shade. 3/18/2012
34. Private Island 3/18/2012
35. Bats Upside Down 3/19/2012
36. A Greek Tragedy 3/19/2012
37. A News By Dr. Nirmalprabha Bordoloi (Translated From Assamese) 3/20/2012
38. Golden Harvest 3/22/2012
39. Mother 3/22/2012
40. Fat Free Diet 3/23/2012
Best Poem of Syed Ahmed Shah

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
To meet living people
In a peaceful surrounding…

I always had a lingering suspicion that
Funerals are actually
Meant for the living…

Graveyards provide great ambience
And throw in a surprise or two...
‘A fifty year old tomb of a five year old girl ‘

The dead never seem to age
Only the memory does…
What about that gentleman
Who you thought died long ago
Standing right next to you during the prayer
...

Read the full of Funerals Are For The Living

A Sufi's Lament...

A Sufi's Lament...

Queen
Of the vilest realm
In the crevices
Of the mind...
Like the serpent
She coils, uncoils
To the devils muffled delight...

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