It’s Part of Life again...

It’s Part of Life again...

When I look at people

People look at elsewhere...

When i look at elsewhere

People look at me...

It’s Life again…

© Shujaudeen 

Picture is taken from the campus of University of Hyderabad,India 25/10/2013

On the Waves of Water...

How joyous it is to jump on the waves of water

How happy it was even that short departure

From this hotchpotch world

Unsolved riddle furled unfurled and furled.

Rocking on the waves no fear of drowning 

Company of waves gives real experience of living.

I see faces of bubbles and waves as if reigning on the surfaces

Appear as if ‘ll never disappear but alas! Where’re those faces?

So silent tempting, so lovely floating waves

Beware! They can take our still loving life, these waves.

So with the gorgeous gurgling waves of water let’s sing

The ballads of summer and the lullabies of spring.

© Shujaudeen 

No Door for Coexistence

No Door for Coexistence

There can be compromise but no door for coexistence

Of the Politicians and the common

And the Capitalists and the labors/downtrodden 

And there should not be any but resistance.

"For the people, by the people" may be their utterance

Their tongues may speak what you want,

But their eyes always seek what they want.

Remember it’s just to exploit, an irremovable historical distance. 

© Shujaudeen (On 11/06/2013 @ 10:30 pm)

The Clouds of Silence ...

The Clouds of Silence...

Here again they are gathering

The clouds of silence

On the scattered sky of my time

The clouds of silence are gathering again.

Born out the depth of separation

Without thundering and lightening

As gradual as before.

Pregnant with many tears

Carry stories of life

Carry the grace of happiness, sadness

Love, anger, joy and fear.

Clouds are born to burst somewhere.

But alas! I see no sign of their shower

I don’t know where they will stop?

And where they will burst? Or will never

The clouds of silence… 

30/10/2013 @ 1:30 am

I Still Remember...

I Still Remember… And I still remember Your tapering eyes, spread lips and dimples on cheeks Fragrance of your appearance even in your absence I still remember … And I still remember The sweet symphonies of your soft footsteps walking with me Slowly under the smooth shining of the sun Bestowing gentle blessing upon us for our union... I still remember … And I still remember Your fairy glamorous grace Like blossoming petals of rose-bud of fresh flowery face Rushing and gushing towards the corridors of my mind and heart Bring comfort and solace and sometimes hurt… I still remember … And I still remember nothing But everything that I spent in your arms Grows my ecstasy and remind her charm… I still remember… Do you remember? Our cowboys’ plays behind the bushes I run to catch you, strip on my eyes, You come from back and pushed me into grass. And those tip-tip drops of that water fall, Papers’ ships in our little oceans in rainy seasons. Those memorable moments under the tamarind trees Creeping of sparrows and hissing of breeze. Don’t you? I still remember… (Chapparban Shujaudeen Nizamodeen, Hyderabad, India. email:shujaudeen09@gmail.com)© Sajaudeen Chapparban 2012

A Sufi Thought...

When I think,

I think of none

But One

That’s all…

Those who came and settled in cities...

Those who came and settled in cities Settled somewhere Somewhere here and there In known-n-unknown cities Forgetting their own people, people of their own people

As if they have nothing to do with them. Came by leaving Mother who used to be anxious Whenever they get home even little late 

Father’s anxiety and loved anger Forgetting all obligations of theirs They leave them alone in the oldage Those who came and settled in cities...

This Hindi-cum-Urdu poem first Published in a Hindi Magazine "ITyaadi Patrioka " from Dept of Hindi, University of Hyderabad. http://ityaadipatrika.blogspot.in/p/blog-page_2830.html

शहर में आके बसने वाले...

शहर में आके बसने वाले
बसने लगते है यहीं
यहीं कहीं जाने अनजाने शहरों में
अपनों को भूले, अपनेवालों को भूले
मानो कुछ लेन-देन ही नहीं उनसे
भूल आते है
वो माँ जो बेचैन रहती
गर वो जरा भी देर घर लौट आते
वो बाप की बेचैनी और प्यार का गुस्सा
भूलकर सब अहसान उनके
बुढ़ापे में अकले छोड़ आते है ये
शहर में आके बसनेवाले

छप्परबन सजाऊदिन निजामोदिन (शुजा)
शोधार्थी, तुलनात्मक साहित्य

Transliteration

Shaher Me Ake Basne Wale....

Shaher me ake basne wale
Basne lagte hain yahin
Yahin Kahin jane-anjane shaheron me
Apno ko bhule, apne walon ko bhule
Mano kuch len-denhi nahi unse
Bhul aate hain
wo Maa jo bechain Raheti
gar ye zara der ghar laut aate
Wo bap ki bechaini aur pyar ka ghussa
Bhul kar sab ahesaan unke
Budhaphe me akele chor aate hain ye
Shaher me ake basne wale.