Waseem A Malla
Biography of Waseem A Malla
Waseem A Malla belongs to a picturesque hamlet - Radbug, - in Kashmir. He has made attempts with different genres of poetry in English & Urdu, and gets inspired by the works of Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib, Mewlana Jalalud Din Rumi, Agha Shahid Ali, Parveen Shakir and Ahmad Faraz. Superficially romantic in nature, his poems depict a thrust on mystical elements, with a representation of Asian philosophy.
At present, he is working as the Managing Editor of a
quarterly eMagazine 'Fragrance' (efragrance.weebly.com) . His poems have been published in a no. of anthologies, of which 'Fiesta of Love', 'Moods & Moments', Minds @ Work 2, The Art Of Being Human vol.6 and 'Aatish' (alongwith Bollywood lyricists Gulzar & Irshad Kaamil) require a special mention. One of his poems is part of a novel 'Intelligence Code' Part 1.
Waseem A Malla's Works:
1. Fragrance- A Quaterly Poetry eMagazine
2. Fiesta of Love
3. Moods & Moments
4. Intelligence Code part 1 (Contributed)
6. The Art Of Being Human vol 6
7. Minds @ Work 2
Waseem A Malla Poems
Piper Of The Holy Land: Kashmir
Far away in an unknown corner, God has carved with His own hand, Valleys that sink and mountains that do tower, Kashmir: a holy, spiritual and a sacred land;
The Cruel Mistress: Life
I think of you as a cruel mistress, Landed I'm in utter distress, This insanity, no wine can bring, This pain in my heart, no bee can sting,
The Feast Of Immortality...! ! !
The darkness stays guarding my house, During the blackest of the nights, Guarding the ruined empire of light, The light which now illuminates the path,
Candle & Moth: An English Ghazal
In the far away lands I saw its glare, The candle at which the moths do stare; There I sat with my mates to see- How,
The Flowers Of Your Love...! ! !
From the barren lands of my heart, Sere for years, in utter thirst, Do spring the flowers of your love. Those flowers of Daisy- Innocent,
The Special Girl
Every tick of the clock, every beat of my heart, Reminds me of your beauty, of your name, Of your smile, your fragrance, my sweetheart, I can do nothing, just exclaim.
I Hope: One Day
You will be mine forever, That all along the way, There will be blessings showered, And flowers blossoming, for me.
A Poor Single Mother...! ! !
Tonight she decorated another bed, She was the ornament of another night, Tonight some new arms embraced her, And she slept with another man.
... It Is: An English Ghazal
Look at my love, how grand it is, So green a crop, in Heart's land it is; Of all in existence, God thus spoke: He commands it to 'Be', and it is;
Every Night: A Ghazal
Every wound of heart extends a little deep every night, Pangs of death & of pain, hush up my sleep every night; Miles & miles lie ahead of me before I depart,
In My Dreams: A Ghazal
Dislike of Hypnos, perhaps, I provoke in my dreams, I wonder who keeps me awoke in my dreams; Dreams of love & of hatred keep me sleepless,
In My Eyes- A Ghazal
Her beauty settled a sight, pristine in my eyes, Dreams have turned, after long, green in my eyes; Numerous seas have set forth from my heart,
Journey Sans Destiny
I had set upon a journey, far and long, For years I travelled with my luck along; A journey, one of a thousand distances,
Nostalgia: Years Later
Years later, As I passed by your streets, I felt the same euphoria, That I had felt years ago,
The Special Girl
Every tick of the clock, every beat of my heart,
Reminds me of your beauty, of your name,
Of your smile, your fragrance, my sweetheart,
I can do nothing, just exclaim.
You are the one, who has my soul,
You give my heart a reason to fly,
You deserve my life, you special girl,
For you I live, for you I would die…