SOME MOMENTS OF LOVE

Some Moments of Love appeared in 2004. The book was consisted upon his 45 short and long poems glittering with different romantic themes. The book was highly appreciated by literary circles. His book was regarded as the evidence of revivification of romanticism and reinvention of symbols, imagery, subjectivism, joyous and painful thoughts, unfulfilled desires, pangs, perforations and deed ecstasy of a lover. Some Moments of Love played a vital role in the literary career and fame of poet.  The book was not only appreciated in Pakistan, but it was highly recommended in India, England, Japan and News Zealand. The famous Indian poet Dr. Ram Krishna Singh commented on his book in such a way;

“The poems in the volume expresses his love yearning and passionate dreams and desires effectively, bearing the marks of classical poetry in various themes. His flash of imagination renders the volume a significant contribution to poetry from sub-continent.”

DOOM

Imprisoned in dark cell

Where my heart forgot throbbing

Cactus in throat

Blood froze in veins

Eyes lost gleam

Lips dried

And voices rustled in mind.

Then I felt my inside famine

My all ways were dearth

Then at that instant

I loved the death. 

WAXEN DOLL

In murky night and solitude, she came

Took shelter in my lap

With bated breath

Gloomy eyes, entangled hairs

Trembling body, throbbing heart.

In my arms, I took her

Drowsiness came in her eyes

And she relaxed.

I kissed her and felt that,

“That doll of wax”

Will melt down with my warmth breath.

DIMPLE

When she smiles

A dimple appears

On her sweet cheeks

Like a whirlpool

And my heart desires

“Would that I was lost in that whirlpool”

Or, “buried in that dimple forever.

LUNA

In moonlit night

Stealthily and slowly steps

Came forward on my back

Put her palms on my eyes

And then said;

“Guess, guess a riddle for you,

Who I am? Tell me the true.”

I called many names

But she denied

I touched her cotton hands

And felt silky hairs

Over my shoulders.

Then I shouted

Yes, yes I guessed

You are Luna

Then she laughed

And kept her head

On my bosom.

MEMORIES

Memories

Sweet and bitter

Come and pass

Wounds reopen

Bleeding starts.

Between you and me

Thousands miles span

But when moon lights lands on

Wearing anklets of beams.

Then in that silence

Your memory enters in my mind

To wet my eyes corner.

CRUEL FACES

The faces seem innocent

We love them.

But when they betray us

The same innocent, pretty faces

Turn cruel, very cruel.

Now its enough

Give me a chance!

GIPSY

I saw a group of nomads

Riding on camels

And some on feet.

I was disillusioned

To see a fairy

On the back of a camel

Smiling with love

Maddened I joined

That caravan

Seeking her.

My feet refused to advance

And she disappeared.

I wanted to search

That unknown gipsy

For whom I astrayed

She also made me gipsy.

CRYSTALLINE EYES

The moment my eyes crashed with hers

I was captured in the cage

Of her blue and crystalline eyes

Eternally.

I saw towards the colourless sky

And thought

That in her eyes

All blueness of indigo sky has gathered

And there is no rescue.

MUSEUM OF REMINISCENCE

“Museum of Reminiscence” is the second collection of his, Hamza Hassan Sheik, a young man from Pakistan, romantic and delicate English poems. It was published by Naqshgar Publication Rawalpindi, in 2009. It is with beautiful title, like Greek goddess of love and beauty holding flower in hand, and hard cover. The book consists of 112 pages, its price is 120, mostly having the poems scattered on the pages and having a few pages of comments by different viewer and readers of his first compilation of English poems “Some Moments of Love” with title.

The preface of the book is written by author/poet himself. In his preface he seems overflowed with the emotions and thoughts. From the preface his (poet’s) poetic emanation of sensitive feelings and delicacy forcefully come on top from where his poetic sensitivity and depth can be judged. He does not seem amateur poet or writer neither seems to write for fame or some vested interests. It is all his poetic overflowing of thoughts, which at the time youth, is natural giving out of romance.

FUTURE GENERATION

When the eyes vomited fire

And tongue scattered bullets

Instead of sweet words.

From mouth and nostrils

Instead of cold fog

Disgorged flames and smoke.

While the bloody hands

Seemed me anxious to throttle

The human’s throat.

With long teeth

Like a demon

Wandering like a vagabond

In search of human neck.

When the atmosphere perfumed

With the smell of blood.

And humanity danced nakedly

On the reddish land.

I wondered, I puzzled

I saw his vindictive figure

And touched his warm body

With trembling hands

And stopping beat.

My tongue muttered

“Who are you?”

He laughed wildly

And caught my neck

Then replied

“I am your future generation.”

PRISONER

I was imprisoned

In love’s island.

My cruel justice

Came daily

To justify my holy emotions.

Among flowers

Through a passage

Appeared like a nymph

Wearing a white skirt

Her face seemed as

Any fairy is peeping from clouds.

Like the snake

Her skirt crept behind

A crown sparkled

On her head

And indigo sky bent too.

In the middle of the lake

She sat on queen’s seat

On balcony

Slave girls were fanning

Paradise birds dipped their wings

In perfume

And fluttered over her head

While cool breeze scented

The whole atmosphere.

She gazed at me bitterly

And pricked my heart

By her coquetries.

Came near me

Raised my bent head

By her smooth hand

And laughed.

Then ordered her slaves

“Bring him away

I will discuss his fate

In some other leisure time”

I was hanged

On the noose

To face her again.

Who wanted to kill me

Daily

With a dreadful death

By her glimpses. 

BUTTERFLY

A gorgeous butterfly

Sits on a pink flower

And sucks out

Its colour and honey.

Then flies away

To pierce many more

With her beauty’s magic.

SECRET OF MOMENTS

MOMENT   1

A moment came

When you conquered my heart

With sweet words

And magic voice.

Taking away my everything

Regardless of my feelings

In that one moment

I felt myself wrecked

And hopeless.

My recognition died away

And I was called “Insane.”

MOMENT    2

Then another moment came

Your sweet words

Turned into harsh one

The same conquering smile

Itched my heart like a prickle

In that moment

I guessed

My hateful personality.

MOMENT    3

Then a moment came

When I was with empty hands

Wandering like gaga

Facing the hardships of life.

Losing all dears and nears

I became alone

While you were in gleams

With lot of your secret admirers

That devoted lives

On your coquetries

You shared laughter with them.

In these joyous moments

My memory never blazed you.

MOMENT     4

Then a moment will come

When you will have same condition

As mine.

All your fair weather friends

Will leave you.

You will be alone

In desert of solitude

With no gleam in your eyes

And sand in hairs.

Because of hunger and thirst

Near your dying

But on your one call

I will be in front of you.

Though with empty hands

And poor condition.

Yet

Few gems of my eyes

And some drops of my blood

Will quench your thirst

And my smitten heart

Will kill your hunger.

Perhaps at that last moment

After eating my heart.

You will come to know

How sweet was my heart?

For you. 

PEACE

Peace

A word when expressed

From the tongue

It soothes up the heart.

From the lap of mother

To the solitude of grave

It dwells inside a person

In depth of his being.

In each satisfied heart

It glows like a candle

To guide each way.

But when terror rustles

In human mind

It groans and sobs

To breathe its last.

Let us be its survivor

And messenger too.

To warble on livid sky

Like a dove. 

ALEXANDER THE GREAT

A warrior, a courageous

As well as a triumphant too

Who conquered

In a few years

The world so wide.

A pupil to be proud

Of that one great teacher

From whose philosophic theories

The world learned much.

The lofty tops

Of gigantic mountains

The pride of Kohi Hindu Kush

Crushed under the hoofs of his horse.

To memorize his bravery

Pay tribute to his victories

The ballads and odes

Echo in that green valley

By the people of his race.

Search for the water of immortality

To be alive forever

He wandered from place to place.

His ship was destroyed

His army demolished.

But the dreamer who dreamt

To live for long

Nature shortened his life

And he died so young.

The man just defeated by irony of fate

The conqueror of the world, Alexander the Great!

NAME ON WET SAND

Always to me she says

“There is an ocean inside me

With billowing waves of love.

On the wet sand of its coast

Each day I write your name.”

But this statement of hers

Keeps me in trembling dread

That when those onrushing waves

Of her unlimited love

Will erase my name from the wet sand

Would she write?

My name again or not. 

DIAMONDS

A rich man

Keeping a lot of diamonds

In powerful lockers

Or box by box

In hidden underground places.

He gets out those daily

And watching those

Gloats in solitude.

Though he has lot of gems

Yet too poor

To spend.

No courage to reveal

Those to the world

And those keep glimmering

In lonely rooms.

While a poor labourer

Who works in burning sun

Has lot of tiny diamonds

Adorning his forehead

As a symbol of his endeavour.

Though wearing torn clothes

Yet so rich

That he collects those diamonds

In his fist

And like a generous

Throws those away in the air. 

ABHORRENCE

“I am a loving person”

 At each stage I claimed

To every person I told.

Hatred is the word

Which I hate.

Then I fell in love

This filled

My days and nights.

I wandered before her

Like a loony.

Just once she said,

“I hate you”

On that day

For the first time

I hated a person

Who was I.

SNOW PRINCESS

The night was dewy and much cold,

Hearts were young while story was old.

I was collecting the dry woods,

To warm myself so that I could.

In burning flames, I saw shadow,

As she walked towards the meadow.

I heard mild soft voice of her feet,

My body thrilled on each heart’s beat.

She sat near, close to the fire,

Advanced her hands to warm up here.

The hand was as white as the snow,

Or as in sunshine, dew does glow.

In white dress like princess of snow,

From where did she come, do you know?

With a terror there moved my hand,

And she gripped it with great bland.

HEART’S CITY

In the temple of my heart’s city

Someone rings the bell.

Kindles a lamp

Then gradually

Disappears down the back steps.

Just remains behind

The flashes of an alien figure.

The chimes go on ringing

Lamp burns all night long

Blazing with someone’s memories.

BLACK SUIT

Wearing a black suit

Like a dark night.

But her face shone

Like the moon

ANTIMONY

Those enchanting eyes

Like a boundless sea

Without any sign of the shore.

But when she applies

Antimony to her eyes

It seems

To stop those onrushing waves

Of bewitching allure

A boundary has been fixed.

Around a bluish area of sea

A black boundary of antimony.