A Poet’s Dream

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

All alone
Twelve O'clock.
Midnight, tells the clock
Winter late December's chills
Poets heart ablaze, burning coals
Oh spirit of the night, fly me to the sky
Free my earthly crust depart physical mold
Let me rejoined, the life form of nature beyond
Tune me to the melodies of life in passionate wisdom
Permit me to write endlessly, the gracious sky of heaven
Shield me from the mass evils, cloaking and choking my soul
Ward me against tyranny and terror that's of men's twisted spite
Glide my pen relentlessly, with the spirit of joy, that of God's wonders
Nourish me with the strength, to flow my conscience, with clarity of mind
Race me to the moonlight stream, nourishing my chastity, to the starlight glint


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'Books of Poetry'

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

I would carefully pry open, for these 'Books of Poetry'
narratives they manifest, surpassing the artistic test
stacked in orderly array, of the generations faraway
colorful commemorations, songs of poetic devotions
of poets virtuous intentions, and with divine inspiration
they would show those lines, great poets of their time
scriptures from historic past, of souls completed task
their poems were eternal, with their names perennial
for these 'Books of Poetry', its volumes are in infinity
when it was written, with their conscience smitten
bearing tears and pain, without any individual gains
placed in historical archives, the healing elixir for lives



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Cries of the Nightjars

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

my hand trembles
in the awakening
of entailing nightfall
the bonfire did not help
chillness that surrounds
enshrines the charcoals
that they were once
radiantly set ablaze
and beaconed fireflies
circling from the above
collapsing in rain likes
to worship the ground
the stars had rebelled
but were slowly enticed
by enlacing shadows
a vision fast fading
faintly disappearing
engulfing the cries
of the nightjars


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Enigma

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

by the river thames i had often dreamt
too many dreams thousands of themes
the copious streams
within these dreams
its serenity erupted the hours abducted
by distant journeys into strange waters
the ferocious circles
of faceless obstacles
the troubled minds of the undermined
placed in a dilemma within an enigma
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Rampage

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

Look upon the Sea, calm as it may reflects
Sun rays that glides on its mirrored back
The Mother Earth as and when it shook
Wouldn't let the many off those killer hooks
The Ocean carried on it's back Ruthless Winds
And it took along with it o'er many of the Planes
From the far distance Land, Hefty Waters had bend
Passing the highest barrier, of all the man-made fence
Oh Great Tempest!!! Why should you raise your blades?
Won't you leave the Land intact, as the many had fled?
Unanswered, the Hawk soared into the thickened Clouds
Escaping the Ruthless Winds, in about eight rough bouts
Fleeing was the precious Bird of the Sky, full of strength
Despite of it's might, it had to forsake all of it's friends
And came to rest, laid itself down by the Clay Mountain
Resting its Soul during the pass, while waiting to return
As the grounded Hawk was to rest of it's impaired wings
Mighty Hurricanes was busy delivering its newly off springs
Even the Greats of the Rocky Mountains, was being engaged
As the Ocean slams in viciously, out of outrage on full Rampage
The open Sea being totally merciless for seven consecutive days
Razing the defenseless Land, smashing ships by the stricken Bay
On the seventh day ending of the Ocean's Rampage at full force
The Hawk came to the Ground seeking friends which it had lost
The Ocean had simmered down from further pouring its scales
And thus the Land was being restored back to its outer gaze
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Whispering Hyms

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

That I would continue as long that I could to saturate the air
with those whispers coming from my deeply abased soul…….

I would whisper it into the blazing face of the sun so that
it would shines ever brightly over many casting shadows…….

Whispering it ever into the eyes of twilight streams so that
it would be able to reach the glorifying moon by nightfall…….

I would whisper it to the softness of morning clouds so that
it would release its showers of rain over benignant lands…….

Whispering it ever to the gentle air so that it carries with it
to the far corners of this earth to touch on refined souls…….

I would whisper to reach for the exquisiteness of life's canvas
to spread out its white layering sheet of painted rainbows…….

Whispering it ever to the ocean tides so that it will stop to flow
to subside where the world is but an open land of paradise…….

And I would continue as long that I could to arise each single day
with those nourishing whispers from others benevolent hearts…….


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Who’s that Friend?

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

Be gone with all the scam & spam
for all that you're wasting is yours & mine.
We have much to say
little time to convey...
Who's that in need?
I'm here indeed!

I won't care you're young or old
let's all your true friendship shows...
We are here today and gone tomorrow.
True friends are untouched
through time they would remain...

True friends never uses one another
in honesty & trust
their heart ponders...
All is lost but there is still hope
in eternal friendship
we all desire...

You may take away my body & soul,
for you'll never take my good will & pride
Look for me if you understand all these,
for I'll shall await in those prescribed...


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Whispers

Author: Alam Shah Hassan - Poet, Writer & Designer Posted under:

Listen to the whispers of my heart…
Those beyond recognized intonation
An audible tenor in silent key notes
Songs of life echoing nonchalantly

Listen to the sound of the whispers…
Lyrics deriving from the inner soul
Words which are not meant to flatter
Fruits bearing the seeds of renaissance

Listen to the whispering melodies…
Whispers which can only be heard
In the quietest of innermost silence
Through heedful ears of the heart

Listen to the whispers...
To rustles of the winds
And murmurs of the waves
Listen…to the Whispers…Listen


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