Adnan Shafi




On The Roof

One day from the roof of my house

A large drop of water fell on me

'What a meddling thing 'I cried

As the stars were quite clarion and dazzling

Not a single cloud in the sky

There was no forecasting of raining

On the roof, A concealed man, I could see,

with a ghoulish approach

blubbering on his lost and pulverized soul

taken a long time back

'Who are you ' I said

'I am the man murdered in the garden of

roses by two crabbed boys stoning me to

death.

In the garden, my sweet love talking to me,

They felt it, a mark of contempt 'The man

answered,

bemoaning with a full reminiscence of his

 sweet love in the long lost garden meant for

their comely love.






Quandary

I will give away my life
I will denude the derns
I will acquiesce my torments as prosperous panacea to be fed to the
riffraff tyrannized
I wish to instate love that can carry all the politicians
 through a stroke in the planet where birds sink into a song
their comrades once sang in the treetops and certain birds
 frenetic to quest the song released to simmer them down
He too can cram more love here
He is a politician
Body attenuated with the maniacal mind,
Huge money heaped on his back
This is life and death
So we know the role of Almighty
He is the manager of this world,
In your house,
Sports, Pastime,
Decoration,
Glorifying,
Contending,
Praising etc.
Everything was there
When we returned to your house
We noticed that it wasn't there
So we built a human tomb in a graveyard
Where birds are now higher singing,
and where we speak of things
Unheard, unreachable.







Walking, Pains

A man so honest I
Can't get through-
His pain passing by

in a short time.
The soul said,
do or die,
I walked -the pain

And the soul all died
a death.
I tried with my
Bones and heart

Of body, not even
a sharded impression:
Months of ideation, days

Of pother, -desert
man in a hurry.

Adnan Shafi

Adnan Shafi:  Young Adnan Shafi, (23) was born and brought up in a middle class educated Bhat family, which belongs to Chandrigam in Tral area of Kashmir valley. He is a poet, writer, columnist, translator, short story writer  and reviewer. His poetry book "TEARS FALL IN MY HEART'  depicts sorrows and vicissitudes of life. There are various hues in his poems ranging from love to loneliness and despair. Besides, his poetry is replete with simplicity of thought and language. Some of the poems are autobiographical in nature which relate to his own life’s vows.