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.
A treasure trove, for an ineffable mother,
I love thee only, -thou art
Alas! The world has decimated thy themes now that frayed!
Can I not look for some words quite impeccable and praiseworthy
To make vivid thy tender and cherishing,
Thy nature for thy children, thy luscious tonality in lulling them?
Can I not, by some figures construe
Thy decisive love I receive,
The riveting elation, so like to wondrous beat?
Can I not, by some similes, metaphors construe
Thy life sacrificed, in the long run of tendering a family,
Thy canvas so huge, Ah, all verses filled, can not express thy being.
So let me cease my lines this way-
Words can naught do,
But blithely gladden thee.
A paradisiac time
To play with affable
words messily and
Swiftly, to write you
a poetry accompanied
by precip and petrichor
along with a hot teacup
on my writing desk in my
And you visibly onto my
White pages spreading
Globules tap my windows,
Tipping pleasure on the pane
Panic storm briskly closing off
Yet, the sound of the droplets
Trying to solace my soul
I embrace you,
Not to leave off,
I being with you,
It is a bewitching instance,
When the sound of rains
Beginning patters airily
on the roof,
Let me any more sleep
by the coming sweet sound
from the roof,falling probably
“Tip” “Tip” Tip”.
Love, recondite and ravishing,
Enters the marred ambiguity of a great life
close-mouthed and patient
The two waiting
are still alive, dreaming,
and favorable, far-flung and still stretched out
in this dream, mayhaps
How real their watch is,
In the long run of doubt the others had!
How sure their love is, compared to their aggravated dream
The dream which in breaking them up at,
Will speak profoundly.
Love Beyond Love
O what a graceful efficacy it has on me
To love forever into the heart of
your adoration! Ah, but dearest love,
Like lives, are finished, as life has ends !still
It is enticing when love is there and
the lover is there,
To sit in the dreams of my love,
and to dream of your sweet habits! As if you
were the flower and me, the smell,
I enter it and reply to all your queries, in love
Isn’t this sweet love in between you and I?
Aren’t my audacity bigger than our sweet love?
Aren’t we a couple of love?
What glues our hearts together?
O, love! O, love!
I love what we are?
Is happiness in me or in you?
Once we walked in the garden of
flowers and you said, “There is a
flower, the symbol of our love’
Inside the garden, I asked “Allow me
to sit in one of the benches, in the sunlight,
Allow me to love you gently
Till my death”
In the garden, where, like pigeons
chirping the whole day, their alluring tone
I feel so romantic, so breezed, so
revitalized, still so enthralling
Not like any pickle coming over it
I’d love to be how you are,
as if the world were cruel some and
people were harsh
Until death comes,
I keep loving you days and nights,
months and years,
Get in touch, or swing by for a cup of coffee.