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Publication Date: 2010

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Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari(Nov 19,1978) It is my true mind,And untainted heart talking;NOT a POET…I never do Poetry,I just put my heart on paper… “I can not teach anybody anything; I can only make them think.”Socrates I have never claimed that I am a poet. I am just a thinker and I believe; anyonewho can think and can make others think; can do poetry. Anyone who can hearthe cuckoo’s song, and can sing the unheard melodies; can do poetry. Anyonewho can feel the pain of loss, and knows the ecstasy of love; can do poetry.Poetry can’t be learned or taught, unless it is running in our veins. I have never tried to follow any rules; I do poetry as it comes to me. I believe;and can feel the presence of some Higher Power, while writing my mind, heartand soul on paper. Sometimes I lose my rhythm, and then I realize that I havelost balance in my thoughts. Sometimes I can find that balance in the naturearound me, and sometimes I get more confused. Rhythm is always secondary tothought, and it is definitely the music of nature. And every thought can berhythmic, if we have a creative sense of music in our souls. To do good poetrythe ability to sense and thirst to explore the Truth and Virtue is as vital asOxygen to life. If we don't have that sense and thirst of Truth and Virtue insideus, no matter how rhythmic we are; we can never do good poetry. And thecentral to all; one must be as free as a bird in the infinite sky, while doingpoetry; which is not always possible. And I must say that even masterfullycrafted verses can’t capture a mind, unless dipped in the sweat of perspiring painand the fountain of ecstatic joy. So, poetry is a blend of our emotions, thoughts,beliefs and above all our instinctive dimensions and desires. And if it isspontaneous, effortless and at the same time preserves the essence of allrequired ingredients; then surely words can make wonders. Indeed, this life is sometimes like a prison. There are many things we follow, andmany things we have to do without our will. Sometimes we have a free will, andmostly we are like slaves. One must be a learner all the life. One must seek thetruth, and try to find it in everything. And I will never mind shouting these words in the ear of each and every soul on

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the face of the earth. “Explore life, observe the self and others; and then analyze. Don't follow what isgiven to you; follow what purity of your soul tells you. Listen to your inner self,be kind to yourself and others; enhance your understanding, and always loveyourself and others. Make divine love your weapon to combat the pains andsorrows of life and always remember- Love is not what you fall for; it is what youstand for- And only True Love, Mindfulness and unconditional service to humanitycan make this life worth-living for eternity.” In the end I would ask my readers to read my poems like you are reading mylife. And feel free to like or dislike, appreciate or criticize; whatever you say anddo my friends; I would never mind. Just be sincere to yourself and respondtruthfully after reading this poetry, which is nothing; but my life. Thank you God bless everyone Dr Syed Kamran H Bukharidrkamranhaider@ All rights are reserved with the author.


A Black Cat Of My Life When last time you said, Kamran!Hold me underneath your blemished skin;I fear you would never embrace my lips againWith your sour tears;I wish you could come and see,How I sleep with a haunting fearThat it would be a long life without you. Dec 29,20094: 00 am Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Fool Is Happier Than You Crimson lights of innate desiresReincarnating the germs of my lustful heartBeauty of my gifted brainWalking like a horny cat on its naked feetHold onMy mind, heart and soulPlease hold on Kamran!You need not this worldNeither the glittery rays of false hopesEmerging through the skins of true beautiesNor the orgasmic surges of illusory lustFalling from the heights of erected fantasies Kamran!Your are naïveYou know not the real storyDon’t inquire that from every soulNobody knows itExcept yours own severed self The eve is gloomyThe day was tiringThe night would be restlessYou have wasted all your lifeThinking, thinking and thinkingAnd in the end what you have gotA painful insightAnd the vision of a fortune tellerYou know what gonna happen nextBut you can never change it Kamran!I ask youPlease don’t interpret your vague dreamsDon’t search for the hidden signsDon’t turn your ears to the unheard melodiesDon’t feel the pulse of dying humanity


Just live like a foolI assure youYou’ll be happier than ever June 16,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Gloomy Thursday Evening of a gloomy Thursday,Humming an ancient melody;Hypnos and Morpheus are dead now,Selene no more loves Endymion,No Lethe flows in the Abode of the Dead;Still each mortal is in deep hypnosis. Can you find me some crack?In return I’ll give you,All my dreams,Which I lived during this long somnolence;I’ll also confer,All my raw hopes,And all my wild felicities;Then I’ll never see you again… May 15,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Life Invisible smell of futile sweatsurges of androgenic bloodblossomed lily sweating moreanorgasmic frustrationmidsummer night’s dysphoriaflushing faces kneeling downmercy showered at lastupon dehydrated necessityI am an invisible creaturethe one minute old babe criedpack up time nowmoney is not enough sirshe insisted for morehe threatened her of incarcerationand yelled with protruded eye ballsyou know not, I am the lord of this landshe bowed one last time and left doc! can you get rid of this filth?how much can you pay?o’ come onyou must have charged morewhen it was barely few minutes oldno doc!believe mehe gave me no extrajust ten rupees tipand a new lifeunwanted and shameful a week passed in painthen one gorgeous full moon nightthe invisible lifereincarnated in her dreamand whispered in her resting earthe words are still echoing in her mindthough a lifetime passed


mum, I was not uninvitedI was sent to purify youbut you got rid of me as I was filthyou never held me in your armsneither did I suckled upon your breastnor you ever gave me a namestill I would always live in your mindlike a buzzing thoughtinvisible yet overriding Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Missed Shot Alien thoughts come to my mind,Whenever I am afraid of thinking,You were talking to someone in soft-velvety voice,And I overheard those magic words;Is this the same spell or,Am I dying-?Weep not today,Save your tears,To cry over the fallen towers,Rebuilt by the skeleton of our deceased hopes - Just look up,Then look down;What you saw or felt?Was nothing but,An illusion,Rationalized with perfection -Weep not today,Hold my hand for an eternal moment,Dampen it with your frozen tears;And wrap me in the fleece of your inhumane dreams- Hey!Don’t cry over my filthy corpse,You didn’t kill me;It was just,A missed shot - Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Poet IgnoranceShould flow in my headAs I’ve known nothingStillHow can I?Play such tricky gamesWith my otherwiseNaïve penMaterialized mindAnd crystallized heart Please don’t think of meAn oracleI’m justAn ignorant Your pen spitting black ink like phlegmAlphabets dancing like an amateurWords concealing the true storyMetaphors so embarrassed like a bad comedianExpression so artificial like of a cloned sheepAndThen you call yourselfA Poet Wow- Kamran!You have done a great jobSuch a big lieI speak to myselfLike a chocolaty truthWhenever I produceA good-looking poem Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Rootless Existence Severed from selfIt is justA selfless existenceOf this bodyMade up of mere clay Nomadic thoughtsYour mind loves to createUntrodden pathsYour feet tend to walkUnknown wordsYour tongue slips to pronounceSpeak with careYou are not allowedTo sayWhat has not been told to youYet My Love should be fearlessThenWhy all the time I have worriesOf my poor selfMy pocket is crying forThe chocolatesMy daughter loves to eatMy wife is building a new homeOn the graveyard of my old dreamsMy shoes have grown a little older tooLike the sadness in my mother’s eyesI can replace my middle-aged lusterless shoesWith the young ones having a pristine shineBut what should I doTo rejuvenate the marks of happinessIn my mother’s lifeless eyesAndIn my life’s soulless existence This life is nothingBut a wakeful dream


I was predisposed to liveThenWhy am I rebelliousTo my default operating systemI keep on customizingMy intrinsic programmingWith an artificial intelligenceErrors and bloopersAnd what I get in the endIs nothing butA rootless existence Nov 29,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Walk In The Rain (1) cell phone ringingI thought its church’s bello’ I am already lategot to meet the hope of the nationit was the darkest dawn of this summerso farraining like it would be hell soonI was driving by the canaland saw an angel walking in the rainjust a glimpseand it transformed in to a body of fleshjust a lustful inspirationcollaboration of the sex hormonesa body burnt in the raina body thirsty in the rain cell phone ringing againo’ hope of the nationwhat do you want?this time I had to take this callbut I couldn’tand kept the hope on waitingI stopped the carclose to her muddy sneakerswhere are you going?may I dropp you somewhere?she said politelyI love walking in the raindisappointed for a secondresponded shamelesslycan I walk beside you?holding your left hand in my right oneshe said nothingI took it a yesparked the carswitched off the cell phoneand started walking with her To be continued…


Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Walk In The Rain (2) do you speak?yes I dolovely, at least you said it oncehope by the end of this walkyou would say twice moreshe smiledso, what do you do?other than luring the walking beautiesI do many thingscan’t stick to onecan I hold your hand?not a good ideayou just saidyou can’t stick to onehey! come onI didn’t mean it that wayI couldn’t resistand the moment tips of my fervent fingerstouched her wet handshe uttered silentlyyes I doI heard that through her eyesresponded with a little giggleshe gazed in the depth of my eyesand spoke in the tone of Venus listen dear!live this momentfeel the touch of indulgent rain dropson your sizzling skindon’t make it complicatedkeep it simple and serenewho knows what life would bring usnext momentyou never knowhad you ever expectedthat we would meet like thisso just don’t think too muchthat’s it dear!


got to go nowcan I see you again?she boldly kissed my cheekand gone with the windas she leftit felt likemy soul is no more in my body To be continued… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


A Walk In The Rain (3) she was gonethe rain stoppedand sun got its shine renovatedwith sinking heart and heavy feetI stepped backleft my soul at her dooro’ I forgot to ask her nameKamran!how stupid you are?should I go back?no, what would she think?what would I say?whom I want to meet?“a beauty I met in the rain”o’ you fool Kamran!you didn’t even ask her contact numbershe told you nothingand you left your invisible soulat her door as a souvenirwhich she would never seeand where in the worldyou expect that she would feel for you with such dismal thoughts in my headI reached, where I parked my carand got shockedyou here! ! !yes I want to ask you somethingokay go aheadwill you hold my hand till my last breath?I smiledand it started raining againI held her left hand in my right oneand started walking to the river of Lethe* River of Lethe*: Lethe is the river of oblivion or forgetfulness in the Underworldin Greek mythology. The dead would drink the waters of Lethe to forget their


earthly existence. Oct 01,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


After 40 Years You might laugh at me tonight,But after forty years from now;If you survived the promo of Armageddon,You would cry, and surely vocalize,O’ God! He was right. Pay heed to my humble voice;I am not kidding here,Only one race would survive;And that would be the most violent one.I do not care, if it makes you annoyed;Love won’t thrive, just Hatred would rise. What do you think?I am a cynic making dark assumptions;I am a voice coming from the eyesOf burnt corpses screaming for more life.Do I sound like a corrupt President?I don’t think so; neither have you felt that,Then why would I deceive my own peopleBy inventing lies. One thing if you could know,Merely which can darn our Fate;That is the name of God,Which only beats in the hearts.God is neither yours nor mine;If we can stop snatching GodFrom each other’s minds;Let It flow through the hearts,Let It grow through the souls.Then I would be proven wrongAnd could happily die;If I would surviveForty years of more anarchy and vice. Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Aging Brown faces turning to a beam of dim lightBeing crushed by the feet of walking SunLike an old mill making the off-white flourFrom whole grains ofInfected wheat Who ate all the wheat pills?Why is the invisible wormStill survivingOn the bed of poisonous misery Am I that mill owner?Came here to record my statementIn front of the Honorable JuryFrom Accountability BureauOf Black Sheep Am I guilty?Of making ashen flour out ofInfected wheatWhenI took all the precautionsI should had Still it got infectedAs it grewFrom the buds of innocenceAnd withered slowlyBecause of the dark-secret loveOf the unloved cankers I asked myself again and againThese illogical questionsOnly to make myself more deliriousThoughReminiscence is still vividAnd I couldn’t findA single miscalculation of mineYet


I do confessThat I am GuiltyOf cultivating a dying life Though I took enough precautionsThough I relentlessly strived to keep it freshThough I constantly kept a vigilant eyeOn all the possible hazardsCould had come to meAnd to my cropsStill it got flaccidStill it got wrinkledWith each knockOf maturing chronometer Oct 31,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Alone YesterdayGone with the windTodayKissing my mortal eyesTomorrowKnocking at my doorDay after tomorrowMay be I would be no more HithertoI have remained aloneThereafterI would remain alone People come and goMeet and greetWeep and mockSpeak and listenThen leave with a fake smileMasking the marks of infinite woeAnd finally disappearIn the mist of capricious time What remains in the endIs nothingButMe for Me Jan 18,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Ambivalence the day before yesterdayI was the same man but an idiotwho wanted to rise above the skywho wanted to become a better fool it was then an old beggar whisperedwisdom comes not by rise in statusserenity is never the need of richesself realization can’t be achievedeven with billions of dollarspresident of a statemight be the poorest person of allhaving an empty-apathetic mindand lost insightwhat you are running after Kamran!can never make you happy and wise while walking back homethe words of that poor soulkept on echoing in my mindI had to pay the utility bills of this monthbut I was thinking about self actualizationeyes of my lost mind were forcefully openedwhen my wife askedwhere have you been?you know what time is it?and look you came home empty handedyou didn’t even bring me matching shoesmy friend’s wedding is in couple of daysbut you care for nothing I heard her silently and ignoredwent to my study roomlocked the door then opened my diaryand wrote these words for none other thanmyself “I know notwhether I was made for a particular purpose


or just to fulfill the duties of a common manbut I know one thingif I want to live contentthen I can’t afford ambivalenceif I choose oneI would definitely lose the otherand if I choose bothI got to keep balancebetwixt the two” I got what I needed to doto mix oil with water Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Amputated Dreams Cracks in my ugly mindBroken hearts of egoistic sighsLooking downThe streets of deserted highsDancing legsAnd mystic eyes Floor is all wetBut she is dancing wisePlease save me LordFrom this agonizing noiseO’ my God!Either You are a tough examinerOr I suppose to fall after every riseMy mother wants to see meAs if I am of a baby sizeShe wants to hold me tightAgainst her bosomFor alwaysLookThere is blood everywhereShe is deadAnd my dreamsBoth lower limbs amputatedStill a Mona Lisa smileDances on the dry lipsOf our dreams Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


An Elegy A Broken ray,Comes to me.I know,It’s your reflection;But, it’s cold.My cold-blooded fingers can’t catch the fire,Still, I want to write an elegy,On your Birthday,On Christmas Eve.My hands are frozen,And have no bones;I feel the cold,All over my comatose body.And it’s because,I have lost you. December 24,2001 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


An Objective Exam With Subjectivity You must tell meWhat my ears are used to listenDon’t show meYour creative skillsOr logical brain I am not interested in the recent evidenceShow me what I have been doingFor years You may know a lotBut I am not convincedYou will have to follow my foot stepsTo get through this desirable degreeThen you would acquireThe license to play with so called sick minds Mind it my son!For thatYou will have to go againstYour personality or school of thoughtWhat you have been practicing for yearsYou have to forget it all and follow us As we don’t need innovative mindsAnd visionary poetsWe just want followers May 16,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Analysis A book written in some ancient dialectinterpreted by mewho didn’t even knowthe name of that lingoI read that loudlyand made people believelike I badly wanted themto keep their faith strongin the unknown and unseen O’ God!what I did -but it wasn’t totally my faulthow could I know Youwhen You never revealedYourselfI again used my own judgmentI analyzed You once morewith my limited mind and narrow visioncreated by none other than You April 10,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Angel Called Love Thy little hands and twinkling eyesNarrating a story of the whimsical hopeWhich emerged through the black skyIn the sheer dark of fear and despair Thou art so young my friendBut the words thy tongue doth speakMesmerize me like I had an ancient wineServed by none other than the great Socrates Thou art frail and tenderYet I’ve seen thy valorTerrorizing the mighty and cruelMaking them to genuflectWhenever they catch a glimpse of thee Thou art the savior of my tormented selfThou art the healer of my aching heartThou art the hope of my fearful mindThou art my real friendIn the good or worseWhatever life would bring for usThou would be there My friendI could never return theeThe myriad loveLike thou have showeredUpon my heart, body and soulYet I just have to whisper to the windBlowing from my land to thy unknown abode afarI was touched by an angel called Love yesteryearsAnd I am living with this unfulfilling wish sinceWould I ever be touched again? Aug 03,2009


Another New Year It’s party time, honey!Why you are sad?At this hour of universal happiness;At this moment of fragile ecstasy.Everybody is so happy and resplendent,Then why you sit with a gloomy face;Under the shadows of forecasted fears.My love!You are my sole hope,You got to live many more new yearsHappy and I won’t mind, even if oblivious. I am not sad dear,I am just little worried;You cannot see what I am looking at,And if you get a glimpse;You would cry for years to come. Another year of war, blood, disease, hungerAnd sheer darkness;Inflicted by our own mirror images. -Kamran HaiderWritten OnJan 01,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


At The Lower End Of Life a thought so inconvenienta name so familiara soul so repellenta life so obnoxious bring me to life againo’ my innocent lower case humanwhat have you done to yourself?you were the best ever creation of Almightymight be you still arebut what have you done to yourself? bring me your headand let me check your sick brainlet me elicit the first rank symptomslet me test your abstract thinkingalas! what have you done to yourself? sitting in the abyss of oblivionat the lower end of lifeI am calling your name o’ man!make me alive againreincarnate me from tomb of the damnedlive once again like Muhammad and Mosesdie once more like Jesus Christthen rise yet again from the vacuum of ignoranceand then evaporate yourself into the mist of eternity Sep 26,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Avant-Garde Timeless thoughts are often delusionalYou said soWhen I told you the real code of our lifeSo bluntly you said thatWhy you always mix the subjectivity of your mindWhile perceiving the simple and known realities Today I overheard you sayingSilently and invisiblyI tapped your mindWhen you were talking to an image of air Kamran!You told me the right thingBut I didn’t even give a damnNow when you are goneI have to say thatNo matter you would ever knowOr my words would go in vainYou have always been ahead of our times Feb 05,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Ballet o’ good to see you tonighthere to watch balletnah just my ballerinaquite a feast for the eyesfor your eyes might bebut surely for my heart to the tune of my throbbing heartshe was dancing ballet all that nightshe bent and swayedbowed and sweptstood on her pointeand walked towards me she belonged to a princewho never knewwhat her heart wantsshe turned her backon my heartopted the fortand incarcerated for life my eyes could seemy heart could feelmy soul could minglemy body could stirshe walked on her pointestraight towards mepierced my heartslashed my soulheld me in her armsand asked for a dancei know not how to danceballerinai am a foolish-unaccustomed doctorand sometimes an emotional poetnever mind that doci show you how to dance


we spent that night dancing balletin the morning she cried her hearteach single tear had a name of meshe told me, she can’t be minethough she was born only for meshe had to live against her willshe departed in silencewith my heart beating in her bosomand left something for me at the doora pair of her worn pointe shoes Oct 15,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Birth Of The Ashes A fire fighting withinSmoke all over my soulExtinguished desiresBurn me one more timeRemains are strivingA new man would growFrom the ashes of myself Dec 22,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Break Thy Pen You think for hours,Still unable to write;A mesmerizing poem,A word of hope,A verse of faithAnd a sentenceTo deathOf this endless pain;Of this ordinary life. Kamran!Please break this pen of yoursAnd hold a stick instead;Then find the wayTo salvationOf your blind soul. Dec 13,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Breaking Up A dream walking on its toesA noise of my breaking soulI heard a voice of a child cryingYes, I want moreThe ego screamedNo, don’t moveDream frozen at its feetRattle of another battleWhat the hell is going on My life was taking a napIn the meadows of oblivious sleepAwaken with the terror of recurring pastRan towards the future of melting dreamsFate was a silent observer of the whole scenarioUntil the child cried once more I was fallen yet againShattered into countless piecesDew drops shimmering with a naïve desireOver the magnum opus of my broken selfWhispering 'once more' as it still remainsA man in white uninterested and mechanicalWhistling a novel tune and cleaning the mess P.S. Written subsequent to the idea given by a very good friend and a very finepoet herself, Dr Indira Babbellapati (Professor of English, Andhra University) . Oct 27,2009 © Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Chains Of Love A tiny glimpse would changethe whole scenario of life,I said so... You shouldn’t have looked that way,you shouldn’t have passed by my side:a divine awakening of my limited vision,a brief encounter of our secret desires,and it wasn’t same for us;no more... Chains of love all around our souls,separated by infinite miles,restricted by cultural norms,still our apparently two different heartsbeating at the same pace,our seemingly two opposite mindschewing the same thought,and our undoubtedly two estranged soulsincarcerated with the same manaclecalled love. March 26,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Coffee Shop not sure but it was an eve around Christmassqueezing my whole existence in my right handmasking my real self from mirrors aroundsitting in the left corner of a legendary cafewaiting for a cup of black coffee a hopeless cry of a dying egoistmanaged to reach my earamong the piles of foolish gigglesmy ears could make out an invisible sobeyes searched for the wounded all overnobody was heartbroken aroundI wasn’t hallucinating for sureyet no one else could hear the groansall were happy in oblivionmerely me concerned for the forlornin the focus of an ethereal coffee shop sir!would you need more tissuesno thanks, i am donewould leave in a minuteonly that waiter and God could seewho cried over his dead heartthat lovely-brunette eveningon the verge of a new yearmany years back Nov 07,20090030 © Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Come My Love Hey!come on overcome and reside in my armseach single cell of my bodyhas had been waitingfor this one true timesince Adam ate the forbidden fruitwith Eve Come and make me divinewith the touch of your dusky eyescome on overmy love, my painmy ecstasy, my lifeand my death Come and hold me in your armscome and save me my goddessfor you I live my lovecome and hold me tightfor one eternal momentas this flash of time would never recuras I would never ask you againas this is the grand finale of our love story Come my lovecome on overmy love, my painmy ecstasy, my lifeand my death Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Complicatedly Simple TodayWords can explain meI am no more complicated nowButI am still confusedMy eyes are focusingOn a red lightEmerging throughYour blue eyesOrThrough infinityI knowI can’t reach YouBut I’ll follow YouWherever You goI’ll be crawlingBehind YouSniffing the dustOf Your red feetIt’s a problematicMathematical equationWhich is impossible to solveOrTo stand with an equilibriumOn the rope of Life and DeathButI made itSomeone held my handAnd I crossed all the wayThrough the rope of Life and Death Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Consummation KamranYou should not fear any moreYou must say it allWhat you haven’t said yet The day when a benign hope got malignantThe night when juvenile dreams grew oldThe dawn of lucid intervalThe afternoon of wildernessAnd the evening of self realization KamranGod is the ultimate truthAnd so you areSent as a commonerTo make this ordinary worldA better abode to live inFor your flesh and bloodAnd for your facsimilesWho are at times worseAnd mostly better than the originalWho are erratically fallenAnd normally upright even when oppressed This day has not been listedIn any calendar human form has ever knownThis is the day of consummationFor this omitted mankindThis is the day of the decisive triumphFor this tyrannized humanity KamranFear no moreYou won’t be crushed any moreUnderneath the feet of superficial divinityAs you have found the ultimate GodWho is the most BeneficentAnd the most Merciful


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Cursed She told me all her painI looked at her dismal face and saidIt’s alright honey!You are not the only oneWe all are suffering A crack in the mind of a geniusA hole in the heart of a loverA veil on the eyes of a painterAnd a lock on the lips of an orator I am cursed sirMelancholia surrounds meDeath calls my name from unknown landHope is in loss these days and help suffers a fatal famineMood fluctuates and thoughts are heading to a tunnelLove is no more there though it all the time beats in the mind What should I do sir?Can you help me -With your truthful mind and sincere heartWhen I am being cursed by the Master of all Aug 02,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Death Of An Infant I can see her cryingIn my dreamsIn my wakeful hoursI held her tightAgainst my frail chestShe cried like an infantWho just emergedThrough the womb ofAthenaOhShe broke into piecesI stole one gemOut of one thousand pieces of herAnd walked away in despair Dec 14,2007 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Delusional-? Everybody wants me to writeAbout love, joy, ecstasy and romanceHow can I?When I only find sheer darknessIn the heart of every soul I mingle withSince born on the bosom of the Mother Earth Today I hear the verdictBy the Chief Justice of our timesThat my excruciating words are nothingBut the subjectivity of my diseased mind I admit this imposed factThough I know it very wellThat the fact is merely a delusion Feb 18,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Delusions GodI used to say,I am a god of my own-self,Today,My head is lying in the dust,And my eyes are looking at my head,Like a convicted-felon looks at the innocence;Of his dying soul… GodI used to say,Nothing is impossible for me,Today,I am dying of hunger;With lust in my eyes,I stare at a leftover loaf by a dog,But I find no hands to pick it up… GodI used to sayI love her more than I love You,Today,I am sitting alone in my dreary room,Waiting for her to come,She never comes,And I see You,Wiping away the tearsFrom my sodden cheeks… April 28,2002 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Dignity Of The Damned? Foul smelling smiles,Making me obnoxious.I don’t know; what better could I do?I shouldn’t breathe anymore;This air of our faithless life. We are the hopeless nation,Surviving the filthy hands of corrupt leadership;Muttering gossip on the blasts of frustration.Bleeding kids of the damned fathers,Unfaithful children of the widowed mothers;We are the proud nation harboring nuclear weapons.Wow! What a disposition we own;Slaughterers we produce; Martyrs we bury. My friends are annoyed,For my outrageous talk.I would merely say, what I have learned;From the minds of paranoid folks,From the hearts of abducted souls. You cannot live like that;Either change yourselves or accept you are slavesOf your lustful bodies and narrow minds.O’ God! They say they are Your men and women;What You do in response to their affiliation-Either You cry Your heart out,Or smile on their fake dignity? Dec 10,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Divine Touch Today;My mind asks meTo create a basket full of blossomed DaffodilsWith the beauty of my ambiguous thoughts.Why is so?That this art has had remained concealed;May be I had a fearOf getting severedFrom my childhood friends,Who has had been there for three decades now.Misery, Pain and Dysphoria,All goneMerely with one touch of Divinity. Oct 30,2008 © Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Don’t Say No To Me Hey!I am talking to you honeyYou with coral lips and dusky hairsWhen you smile with your brunette eyesWhy do I feel the rapture in my crimson heart?Hey!Can you hear me the goddess of moon?I am your Endymion, awaken from eternal sleepCome on hold me tonight, this moment won’t recurLove unveils itself at a flawless momentCome and freeze this secondBelieve me, this singular flash of timeWould always travel parallel to our ordinary livesTill we pass on and resurrect in the Elysium of our dreamsDon’t say no to me; you are what I beat and breatheDon’t deny a heart, which merely knows to love only you Hey Kamran!You are the lover one would crave forYet I can’t hold your handA wise man told me onceIn Rome, do as Romans doIt’s a norm in the world I liveThat we don’t care for true heartsWe are predisposed to live the way of witsThere is no logic in love and I believe in reasonGive me a rationale, why should I come to you? My love!Come and listen to my aching heartLook at the craving in my fervent eyesI have no reason, rationale or logicWhy do I love you?I don’t know, but I love you and won’t stop loving youThough it has been years since my eyes have touched youI have no reason to do that still I love youPlease come to meDon’t say no to me; you are what I beat and breatheDon’t deny a heart, which merely knows to love only you


Eid This is that time of the passing yearWhen sorrows are no more hereWhen love blossoms in every heartWhen joy giggles in the air Smile! And spread it like influenzaWipe the tears of the heartbrokenWoe is no more needed this dayFeel the festivity in each word spoken Bliss is the name of the EidTolerance and empathy is the lessonLove yourself as well as othersHappiness has no color or discrimination Eid day is all about humanityJoy for all, Sorrow for none Eid Greetings To All Sep 20,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Emotional Impotence What’s your name?No oneAhan, that sounds interestingWhat do you do?NothingOkayWhere do you live?No whereSo, how do you live?I live no moreThen, who am I talking to?YourselfThat sounds pretty weirdNo, it’s notIs there a God?I don’t knowThen who knows that?HimWhy do you pray then?I don’tBut I have seen you prayingIt wasn’t for HimI like youIt doesn’t matter to meWhat matters then?Me March 2,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Evolution Those days of creativity were so traumaticYet beautifulThese days of intelligence are so rewardingYet painful Those days of ignorance were so oddYet lucidThese days of wisdom are so acknowledgedYet lunatic July 30,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Extended Imagination Dreaming in my wakeful hours;I am tired of this extended imagination.Life is an art,I know;I am much better thanDa Vinci, Picasso or Van Gogh,Still I can’t break this code;I can’t paint the landscape of my lifeOn the canvas of my brain. Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Feigning A fine sunny day it was;Not a public holiday,Still I was in my bedWith aching-pleasureOf my melancholic dreams. Wake up, Kamran!What a beautiful day it is;What a lovely breeze of benign hopes,Knocking at your secluded door.Come on, dear oblivious soul!No more you need to dwellIn the shelter of psychedelic smoke.Rise up! Love is calling your name. Well, again you making me fool;I am no more detached from reality.I know your intention of creepingIn the dungeon of my soulless existence.You want me to fall in loveWith the fake beauty of this illusive world;I know, it’s a trap and I am no more an idiot. Hey!Please try to understand,How long you can live?With such a painful existence;You don’t deserve to cry,When all smiling, though fake it is. My dear romantic self!Happiness can never be fictitious,If I got to feignTo satisfy my covetous heart;I would better love to live in pain,And to die in peace with TruthSmiling on my face.


Dec 05,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Fired she dropped glass full of watera dropp in her left eyea dropp of blood from her right footwhich got injuredby the broken piece of glassmore bloodmore tearswater turning redleaving stains on the white-marble flooringsoon the flooring was wipedonce again shining like alwayseyes got lusterless and dismalshe started packing her baggageas ordered by the master of that timethen left the huge mansion of dignitywith heavy feetand a souvenir in her tummythe little mistress got fired Aug 12,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Foreign Body Response White dust crawling in my mindMixing with the fluids of my brainPrecipitating an immune reactionHow many more cells are destined to dieTill this unarmed force of fragile antibodiesWould overcome the foreign body response I am brown or blackBut you are whiteI am poor or needyAnd you are altruisticMy higher beings love the scentSprayed through the imagesOf Lincoln and FranklinAnd you mighty and generousSprinkling dollars on themTo satisfy the lust of their nostrils Dust got mixed with the bloodDeposited in the valves of the heartAnd clotted in the cerebral arteriesA stroke is impendingDeath is dancing in my nervesLife is getting miserableI am the motherland of dead cellsI am the notorious abode of plagued souls Hey, there is a hopeYou are not dead yetIf the novel cells of your barren soilStart growing resilient and independentThey can make you live and flourishTill the Final Day of Judgment Oct 28,2009 © Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009


Growth a life which wasn’t all minestill I behaved likeI’m the master of my mindI’m the vendor of my heartI’m the mate of my souland I’m the mender of my destiny a fate slipped from my handI got apprehensiveand demanded the culpableheart denied showing upI consulted my mindwhat’s wrong?soul was missinghe could guessfor a second I got numbo’ you stupid Kamran!you sold your soulto the merchant of your dreamsI immediately summonedfor my sixth sensewhat would be the outcome?she smiledthen whispered to my mindnothing, this man would grow up Oct 24,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Hanging Stethoscope Stethoscope always hangingAround the handle-lockOf a rusty-broken cupboard I have been coming to this placeFor an year nowBut it always remains hereMoving like a pendulumSimulating the intrusive thoughtsOf my so called sick mind My doctor never wears itAround his neckI would keep on thinking about itFor hours when I leave this placeThis thought would keep coming backWithout any prior appointmentIn my sleep and in my wakeful hoursI couldn’t stopThis pendulumThoughI did replace the old wall clockIn my candlelit roomWith a new and a silent oneStill that hanging movementTickles day and night in my brainLike my brain is that rusty-broken cupboardAnd my thoughts are nothingBut a useless stethoscopeDoing nothingJust teasing my otherwise silent soulWith a raw-tickling soundAs it strikes the rust of painted ironUnder the influenceOf the forceful blowsBy the always high-ceiling fanWhich behaves like an unknown higher powerTo that poor and helpless stethoscope


I thoughtIt would be my last visitTo this shrinkIfStethoscope still hangingThe momentI entered Doctor’s officeIn pre-meditated despairI was shockedWith a paradoxical ecstasyThe same navy-blue stethoscopeWas not hanging on the cupboardBut around my handsome doctor’s neckToday for the very first timeI could see stethoscopeShining and enchantingSmiling in tearsLaughing in painMy doctor looked at meWith concern and care“Why are you tearful? ”I could only utter“God bless you” At nightBefore going to bedI thoughtOf all my past aches and miseries It was a burning hope for wellnessAnd it were the tender handsOf many healers and empathic thinkersWhich kept me aliveIn the frozen moments of artificial deathWhich kept me movingIn the woods of treacherous landWhich kept me saneIn the spans of disillusioned insanity NowI can still seeStethoscopes hanging


Around the supple necks ofYoung childrenOf the secured Humanity Oct 24,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Happy In Oblivion Darkness resonates with my aging skinI am no more a young ladThough still not knightedBut they have started calling me Sir My memory is vague, my intellect is fadingBeauty of my mind lies in bread and butterI have expressed it before and will do it againWe are not dead yet; though we behave as inert My heart was a remedy for agony of my mindNow it has become an organ of circulationMy soul was in quest of its one and only mateNow it seeks more of comfort and pleasure I should not play more with the innocence of wordsI know not how to carry the burden of lucid intervalIf it’s a common sense to live happy in oblivionKamran! Then live it as it’s wise to live in delirium Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Heart And Soul That gorgeous eveWhen I kissed your mindWith the fiery lipsOf my literary witYou saidKamran!You have an alien soulBut your heart is like as I ownMore I covet to seize your heartMore your soul pushes me awayYour heart makes me feelAs I’m Xerox of VenusYour body showers myriad loveThat I’ve never knownBut your soul is always in quest of the OneWho said, “Get out”When you ate the forbidden fruit Aug 19,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Homo Sapiens We are hopeless, helpless and worthless creatures,Designed to err…We cut the throat of our own brother,And drink his blood;Because we are thirsty by nature… Sadness is a gift for us,Because as humans;We are predisposed to melancholy…We love pain and misery,And we spread pain and misery;Like an infection…We can never be happy;When we make one of our own soul cry…. We hear voices from outside,But are deaf to our inner noise…We speak irrelevantly,Whenever questioned by our hidden soul…We are morally dead,Though intoxicated by man-made religion… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Honey! A dropp of honeyOn her heavenly lipsOn the tip of her tongueIn the cleft of her teethHer absorbing eyesWhispering in my heartWhy don’t you kiss me?I know, you love honeyIt’s a twosome delightDon’t miss it Kamran! Hey! You shouldn’tShe is with someoneCome on, dear Fear!It’s a treat duoI shouldn’t pay attentionTo such conscious alarmsI just need to hearThe buzz of my heartRight this hour got to live my whole lifeHey! It would be your worst hour dudeYou never listen to meYou always pay heed to your juvenile heartGo ahead and you won’t go homeOn your feet tonightKeep on threatening me my dear mindYou know, I won’t mind your prudence Hey!Mister, I am speaking to youYes ma’am, please say as you feel likeI am all ears to Beethoven’s AnnaJust wanted to tell you Mr. CasanovaI have been waiting all my life for youWhere have you been?Excuse me, are you sure!Since you have lost your memoryYou only know one thingRest you can’t make out


Can’t even call to your mindHow you stole meFrom the Temple of ZeusCan you just explain?Why were you constantly staringAt the honey dropsGleaming on my lipsI waited for you to come overBut you are always ambivalentThen the moment I wiped my lipsWith the tip of my impulsive tongueYou suddenly became indifferentLike you don’t want me anymoreWas that all about Honey?Yes, as I love Honey!Huh honey…You don’t even knowWhy you love Honey?Let me tell youHoney!That is what you used to call meWhen you were not goneOblivious Nov 06,2009 © Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Hope Is Still Perching In The Soul Kamran!Please don’t curse yourselfOf being a humanDon’t think of death anymoreDon’t chew your past all the timeLook Sun is smiling with infinite eyesFresh flowers are enchanting the soulSpring resides inside you; my dear heartYou still playing the melody of congenital painTurn your ear to the symphony of corporeal gleeDon’t smell the blood of impending doomJust sense the touch of budding hopeThen kiss the sizzling lips of your goddess of lovePolitics of mindPhilosophy of existenceAnd probability of errorYou need this rubbish no more Hope is blossoming in the heartIt is still perching in the soul P.S. To Ms. Anjali Sinha, who touched my tormented heart with her beautiful,encouraging and lovely words. Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


How Night Lives My Life? Am I cursed?OrAm I blessed?Am I a Saint?OrJust a filthy mud?Whateve’? When Bullah,Asked You the same Question?You denied nothing…And tonight,Your same obnoxious silence;Is killing me…Like You just killed,The innocent Day… Why every Night?This happens to me;You come to rescue me,StillYou never touch me… How can You?Love and Hate me,At one time…In one single moment,You own me;AndIn the same little span,You deny me… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Human Factor I could be rich like a kingbut I prefer to live poor o’ come on Kamran!you all the time use defensesto calm the agonyof your unwanted existence look honey!there is kidplaying with a ballin the parkbeside the lakeand there is anotherfishing at the lakesame gorgeous dawnmight be the one fishingknows betterhow to play the ballbut he is destinedto kill fishesmerely to fill the aching stomachof his starving siblings we are predestinedto live a lifewe love to liveeven we are living in miserywe are blessed with the skillsto change our fatebut are restrainedby the human factor July 16,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I Am A Commoner It was or it is a bad dreamI was very innocentBeautiful and exquisiteBefore I drank the liquor of common lifeI was so specialSo gifted, blissful, pure and blessedIt was an endless ocean of paranormal soulsAround my continuously changing skinsRed Turkish carpetPining to touch the sole of my intangible feetLittle girls of unknown ethnicitiesHolding bouquets of red roses and oriental liliesLouis Armstrong playing his flashy trumpetFor hours in my homageO’ I was so special once TodayI’m a commonerLiving a common lifeLying, stealing and two-timingKnowingly turning obscured reality into a glittery mirageWillfully embracing the slaps of cruel TimeAlluringly writing meaningless poemsOn the gorgeous-white skins of colored whoresBrutally beaten yet walking swiftThrough the carpeted roads of modern citiesAnd proudly pronouncing thatI am a common man of this uncommon world So pure was that spanWhen I was nothingSo filthy is this timeWhen I am somethingYesterdayI was nothing but specialTodayI am something but a commoner


Sep 25,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I Am A Liar I am no more a man of my wordI lie each day to each person I seeI am a liarEach gaze of my twinkling eyesWould definitely tell you a new storyEach new time would you see meI am no more persistentNo more constant fearsNo more eternal sorrowsNo more everlasting momentsOf temporary joysNo more psychedelic dreamsI am called soberAs I am respectable nowStillI lie like I breatheWith each pulse of my arrhythmic heartI sing a beautiful songWrapped in a glittery red paperOf deceit and betrayal WowI am a LiarI can make people believe inWhat I deny each nightBefore going to bedAs I am an expert nowHats off to meWhat a great human I makeI can make words look like an ancient paintingStroked with the brushOf vivid revelationsAnd people would believeAs it is divine I am a liar todayI may be a saint tomorrow


I Am Not A Follower I don’t agree to…What has been said?To seduce,The miserable humanity… Am I a black,But conspicuous slave girl?Do I look like one?I think,You are still dazed;I am an ordinary Human,People call me by this name…I’m NOT special,Still I don’t agree to your terms…Come to my terms,Or shut the door at my face;Please do it with some guts,I won’t be scared…Because,I’m NOT a follower,I’m a dreamer… If you can,Plunge me in deep slow sleep,But you can never stop;The rapid movements of my eyes…Because,I’m NOT a follower,I’m a Dreamer… May 23,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I Deny You A piece of bread made me deny YouWhen I was hungry for many daysAnd I was offered left-over foodBy an atheistHe gave me an optionTo choose between Bread and YouAnd I preferred food… I can’t pretendI can’t lieBut I did thatBecause I was hungryI am really very sorryThough this sorry seems so meaninglessI am not an agnosticThough I ask frustrating questionsBut it is only to make my faith strongerStill I denied YouI did that to fulfill my appetiteTo satisfy my instinctive cravingO’ GodI rememberI did that more than once… I am so sorryMost of the timesI prefer my natural needsOver YouI can’t do thatI don’t want to deny You again and againWhat should be done?How can You make me love You?When I am not good for YouForgive meI am not like You asked me to beI apologize for being so rudeWhile You are always so gracious and benevolentI don’t deserve YouI am not good for You


If possibleDo forgive me… July 27,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I Deserve To Live Too The wild days of mercurial surgeThe tranquil nights of deep hypnosisThe gloomy fall of animated huesThe blooming spring of divine hopesThe unexpected rainFrom the eyes of dying innocenceThe dejected deserts of burning thirstThe aromatic enigma of stripped skinsAnd the ecstatic charisma of hidden treasuresI deserve to live these too TodayInnocence is crying for corruptionWisdom is pleading for ignorancePiety is yearning for seductionAnd the little evil is begging for acceptance I am just a lesser humanMy LordYou made me to errI fellBecause you wanted me toAnd I’ll riseAs that’s my fateBetwixtDo I deserve to live?With the freedom of my soul Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I Told You Once I told you once,When you looked into my eyes,A teardropp can change my life,And yours too…I told you once,I am not all you have,And I am all,You will never have.It is just the matter of time,You replied in a soulful tone;Then a teardropp changed my life,And yours too… Why am I…?You asked God,Did He reply…?He must have said;Ask me,Why are you..?Each single soul,On the face of our mother earth,Asks this simple question…Every single moment;When dreams wither,When flowers fade,When deserts bleed,When oil burns in our minds,When Saint calls Himself a Satan,And Devil sleeping in a cradle,Is slaughtered by the sovereign of this era;An ill looking toddler can grow into a Messiah,But our tender skins,And gorgeous souls,Can’t endure the blessed pain,Of timeless Stigmata,On our broken hands,And frozen feet. Why are you…?


He replied,I told you once…But you turned your face to eternal dark;In the arms of nudity and lust,You slept whole night;With momentary joys and everlasting sorrows…And now,When you are half-awake and half-slept;You look at me,With a big question mark on your face…? I can only say,That I told you once…I can’t smile,I can’t groan,I can only pray,For you to understand,What I told you once…? March 15,2003 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I Won'T Die why it seems so darkthough my heart is on firemight be becauseI’ve been inventing liesout of the illusive truth I’ve been a man of heartignored the continuous buzzof my intuitive minddid things right or wrongbut did that fearlesslywhatever my heart dictated menow you call me a foolthat I don’t use my mind o’ my love!you know notI won’t dieif you would abandon mein the midst of this dark night you know nota single man of heartcan be worth thanthousands of clever and wiseI don’t repent loving youI don’t even curse youfor presenting to methis eternal pain of severanceyet I say; don’t worryI won’t die you know notmy love has the powerto make heavens cryand you couldn’t even makea broken heart smilebelieve you mestill I would live


and I won’t die if you would see mein some other spacein the centuries to comeI would be holding my aching heartinside my frail chestand would be greeting everybodywith an everlasting smileand would be whispering to youplease don’t feel bad for meI won’t die Oct 13,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


I? I?What would be I?Don’t knowWhen my eyes will seeYouPutting my life in a boxWrapped up in a glittery red paperSayingLove is foreverWhat would be I?WhenYou will throw the red boxOut of your windowA beggar will pick upThat red boxOpen itAnd will eat all the ChocolatesWhat would be I?Neither dead nor aliveI? Dec,2007 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Independence Day He killed his brotherfor the sake of land;I killed mine,because he was not a believer. Am I a human,or just belong tocertain race, religion, sect, ideology or tribe? Am I a free man,or just trapped in the self-created, six feet coffinof pseudo-pride? I know noteither you are righteousor I am truthful. I just knowwe are celebratingour independence dayin the midst ofself-imposed bloodshed,corrupt leadership,on-sale dignity,mocking poverty,and dying morality. Aug 14,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Inescapable Questions They say this universe standsOnly on logicThen why everything in this universeSeems illogical to me? They say this life is a blessingThen why on every faceI can only see marks of infinite misery? They say man has a social soulThen why I can only seeA beast hiddenIn today’s civilized human being? They say faith is necessary for contentmentThen why all thoseWho say soAlways seem confused and panicky to me? All those who give such statementsOr impose doctrinesAlways make my mind more baffled... I think its betterIf we don’t listen to anyoneRatherWe should keep listening to our inner selvesTill a real story is being heardAll over this mystified universe… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Is It Futile? A lifetime of unlived hopes and fearsCan we count these moments in numbers?Can you add a digit to my bankrupt dreams?Questions and AnswersIf this is called lifeThen let me ever feelThe agony of unrevealed mysteriesLet me pronounceMy name in some ancient lingoLet me feel the prideOf being an oracleOf this enigmatic landOf creaturesWho have been knownOnly for one thingAnd that isLiving without LoveCan you outliveA momentWhen your mortal bodyCan’t beat or breatheWithout the raptureOf heartWithout the anguishOf mindWithout the reminiscenceOf momentsLived on some other landIn another epoch… I may sound insaneWhat is sanity to you?Is it a name of that lady?With whom we slept togetherIn our co-morbid imaginationsLet’s create somethingTonightWe are likewiseIgnorant but prudent


Why not?Rage against this plagued nightYou sayIt’s futileIf it is,Then we all are in vain… Jan 06,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Is It Sad? Is it sad?that I am a human like you Is it a curse?that I can't cry when I want to Is it a blessing?that I am not a common soul any more Is it right?when I lie to myselfmerely to calm my broken ego Is it wrong?when I tell you only truthand you are expecting glittery lies Is it justified?when I can't pay the billsI'm supposed to Is it injustice?when I have delicious feastand the homeless sleep empty stomach Is it delight?when I'm being rewardedfor my God-gifted skills Is it anguish?when I think, think and thinkbut can't help to end the social injustice Aug 31,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Is It You? A beat was missedI thought it was youI can’t breatheThough my lungs are full of O2Now I am sureIt’s you Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


It’s Raining Without You touch me honeytouch me like a summer cloudtouch my soul once moreI crave for youthis raining nightI can’t live without youfor a second moretouch me and make me alive againthis heart knows nothow to beat without youthis cadaver of our love lifebegs only for a touch of you o’ come on Kamran!you are already wetcan’t you feel the touch of rainon your fleshcan’t you measure the surge of adrenalinein your bloodcan’t you adore the beautyof this flawless-brunette nightso sadistic yet so soothingwhat more you can wish for yes, I can feel that all over memy love!and I used to compare this rainfallwith the touch of your divine fingersbut now I feel likehow wrong I wasas I have washed my skeletonfor hourswith the sinister darknessof transparent rain dropsyet it could never be likewiseto that aromatic-ambianceof one single momentwhen I held your handfor the very first time


and we had a walk in the rain Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


It’s Your Birthday TodayIs your BirthdayBut it’s not the only dayYou were bornYouWho were nothingJust a month backHave left infinite marksOf your pure loveDivine friendshipAnd tender wordsOn my tarnished bodyCrystallized heartAnd tormented soulThat whosoeverLooks, sinks or minglesMy body, heart or soulExclaims and asksWhat marks you have got here dudeI can only smile and sayThese are my Birthmarks Dec 01,2008 P.S. To Anjali Sinha, a very good friend today; whom I met on PH. What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.~Aristotle Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Lahore The cityWhere I lived the pinnacle of my lifeWandered through the notorious streetsInhaled smoke of petrol and hashishWrote my poems on its walls and gatesLoved the western charm of eastern beautiesSaw misery dancing on weak faces day and nightWitnessed pious bodies at sale on roads each midnightLaughed at my helplessness when called overqualifiedCried with saints and poets every Thursday night The cityWhere a man committed suicideBecause he couldn’t feed his childI lived here and survivedThe bomb blasts, wars and disastersBut I died the momentWhen one of my city fellows said“You are not one of us as you were migrated here” Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Language Of My Heart You know not,What it could be?It’s not the agony of my heart,It’s not the murmur of your memory;It’s just another piece by an amateur poetOf some other land. Listen!What I speak,Awake or asleep;Lend me your ear,My love!My heart is jumping into my throat,My tongue catches its rhythm,Then speaks to you in a soulful tone;Please lend me your ear,My love! Listen!To the symphony of my wet kisses blown in the damp air,To the melody of myriad pain composed by my ischemic myocardium,To the poignant verses written by my frozen fingers dipped in blood,To the unspoken words of an oblivious soul having a flow of Nile;To the unfelt vibes of divinity overpowering my humanly lust. Listen to it just once,Then either embrace it or break it;It matters not,As I know one thing for sure;The language of a pure heart can never die unheard.Today or tomorrow;It will reach the stony heart,I won’t mind that delay,As you know that too;My heart can never be denied. July 05,2009


Life Without You The moment you left me,Could you remember?When I held your hand for the last time;I can still feel,That touch;Of your gentle hand on my soul.You wanted to say some thing,But you couldn’t utter a single word;ThenA tear dropp -I am still trapped in that tear drop,Since the morning you left me. NowEach new dawn I wake up,With fading dreams in my tormented eyes…AndEach passing night;I see you die,In the grand arena of my majestic mind…And then next morning,You are alive again.You are always here with me,Wrapping my whole body with your divine aroma… Dead or Alive,You are always with me…What I only miss,Is the touch of your tender hands;On the barren soil of my dead skin… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Little Death I can’t live without you.Is it a complicated statement? You ask me…To smile,To be happy, To stay blissful,To live content,To enjoy festivity,To dance tango,AndTo sleep with tranquility… How can I?Be happy & content.WhenI can’t see your lips moving,Still I hear your soft-velvety voice…WhenI can’t hold your hand,Still I feel your divine touch on my soul…WhenI can’t live without you,Still I live every day;After burying my stinking corpse,In the graveyard of each new dawn… Nov 27,2007 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Logic I rememberWalking down the haunted avenueOf my childhood dreamsA lady in blue casting spellOn my plagued existence Wow!In fraction of a secondThe whole scenario changed TodayI am little above thirtyI am a so called wise manI talk logic and practice realism Last nightWhile I was writingOn the walls of my conscious mindLady from the haunted avenueSpoke to me in her mesmerizing voice Kamran!You know-Why you are always sad?BecauseYou love to think all the time Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Losing Sanity Psychedelic smokeRising in the backstreet of my shallow mindKiss my lipsWith one more puff of your feverish witI am impressedThe way you looked into my eyes, while writing a poemOn the illusory canvas of my skeptic brainYou never looked that lucid to meThe way you behave tonightSober and cleanBut this smoke is making me baffledI should look for another signI should read your subconsciousI should behave like a competent shrinkI know not, what should I do?I am just afraid of labeling youYou are like me, rather better than meIt is just the matter of misfortuneFor you or for meYou are gaining insightAnd I am losing oneIn the dissociation of reality Sep 07,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Lost When I asked herA complicated questionHer scorching silenceBurnt me to ashesI got mixed with the dustUnderneath her divine feetShe walked aheadAnd I lost my identityTo my Motherland Oct 29,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love For Life Terrible momentsPetrified emotionsIce-cold we wereFrozen-dry lipsBoneless-stiffened handsMotionless and impotentLike iced up meatNicely decoratedIn transparent refrigeratorsOf a big super market We never lost insightOf our helpless-existenceStill all the time strivingTo catch a new breathJust to liveFor one more span… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Has To Be Eternal Smokes all around my eyesPink, blue, violet and greyAll colors; hundreds of shadesI couldn’t see anythingBut could feelThe sharp contours of silky skinsTe burning touch of tender handsThe quenching ambiance of sizzling lipsThe dying distance of shrinking bodiesThe throbbing music of vanquished heartsAnd the proliferating euphoria of paralyzed minds Then the momentI was so overwhelmedBy the love so divineI burned all the boatsAs my soul found a new bodyAh’I heard her voiceShe spoke to meAs it was for the last timeShe said it all in a dying whisperKamran!Never forgetWhat you told me once“Love has to be eternal” Feb 25,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Is Only Physics Love is not an enduring emotionLove is not an infinite passionLove is not related to the heart beatsLove is not about dreams and trancesLove is neither revealed nor imaginedLove is no more running in the carotidsLove is neither Biochemistry nor ParapsychologyLove is just about fulfilling needsLove ends when our expectations witherLove is like a game being played on the cell phonesLove is a broadband or the invisible wireLove is being viewed through the webcam of my laptopLove is directly proportionalTo how much physical timeYou can offer to your belovedIn simple and plain wordsTodayLove is only Physics Feb 21,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Life Of A Loner Do you remember?Lingering nights and petty days of joy stained with despairShadows of apprehension and shelters of anticipationHow I used to sit at your feet reading Homer’s OdysseyTears of atonement and woes of despondencySolitude was my destiny and you were made for the worldBarefoot I strolled when you waved me good bye From each millimeter of your untouched skinTo widespread lands and limitless oceansI walked and soared merely to fall again and againFrom lips anesthetized and paralyzed handsTo promiscuous bodies and reckless heartsI lived and died purely to survive like the fittest man Again in seclusion I think of youWhy don’t you leave me alone?I could have lived the way of witsI could have died when you left me forlornToday I think I should eraseYour name from my heartYour mark from my soulThen your eyes speak to meWhat would you love, if not me? Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Me Not For I Love You I heard God saying to me“I love you-Even though you never loved me likewise”That was the dayI finally decipheredThe philosophy of love Love is beyond expectationsAnd mutual interestsA true lover is madeAs an image of GodWho loves-Because he is made to love Jan 28,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Or Lust Wet flooring of my juvenile dreamsI asked myself to walk cautiouslyBut didn’t pay attention to the inner voicesI kept on running in a trance of delusional ecstasyWhile sliding over an oily skinBent in line with my hidden desiresI kept on falling down and downWhen I was penetrating deepInside her heavenly soulShe cried that is enough for nowWe will meet again May 09,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Poem It was a silky-flawless duskAnd He was standingForlorn and dejectedIn the middle of a busy streetSkins around himPurring his sensitive partsWith stinking cheap perfumesItchy nose running like a stray dogBarking for a little cuddleSniffing for some pure fleshLooking for a blue shelter “Hey, you all heartless men and womenOf a disputed landI ask you to leave him aloneAnd please go to your homesHe has come to my territoryAnd I own him now” The Queen shouted with wrathIn her eloquent voiceShe was clad in a white satin ball gownHolding a holy book in her right handAnd caressing his hair, mouth and neckWith the slender fingers of her left hand He was all human againWith just one divine touchHe becameA handsome mortalA wise oracleAnd a passionate lover He kissed her sizzling lower lipAnd bit it tenderlyIt was an ocean of forbidden desiresRunning through the hot-flushing veinsOf his goddess queenWho just was a naive beauty


In the gentle arms of his handsome loverCraving for his wild berry lipsPining for his artistic fingersLooking in his ocean eyesAndPleading to write a Love PoemOn her untouched-fiery bosom He kissed each millimeterOf her silky-white skinWith his passionate-thirsty lipsLicked her sweaty-alluring bodyInch by inchWith his insatiate desires They were locked up, fixedAnd protectedNever to get severed again And the password key sentTo God’s address Oct 31,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Love Thy Enemy When Jesus said thatPeople mocked at himI knowReiterating these inimitable wordsBy my stuttering tongueWould make you laugh at me likewise YetI have to say thatLove your enemyAs you love your own-selfSelf can be the worst enemy above allStill you adore and pamper it24/7 I thinkIt’s not that hardTo spare one momentOf forgiveness and compassionFor your enemyWho is nothingBut like your own flesh and blood Feb 16,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Magnum Opus The red puff of filtered smokeCreating thousand of silhouettesIn the damp air of my extinguished room Tell me thy name?Master of Arts and ScienceThe oracle of south and eastThe sufi of the damned nationThe love of infatuated LeilaThe lust of smoldering AphroditeThe cursed OedipusAnd the blessed JosephWho art thou-The Magnum Opus of God? I am a human my little angelA human made to be examinedCreated to be prosecutedFor the sins I was predisposed to commitWhile walking on the ashen breastsOf my mother earth The God speaks from heavensThou art the best I ever createdThou must not lamentFor thou would only be impeachedFor doing that I labeled forbiddenStill thou didst that again and againBecauseThou love thy own selfMore than Me April 22,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Melody Of Pain Wind blowing half heartedlyin the woods of skinny treesSocrates and Descartesoccupying my illogical mind Why I feel this unknown pain all the time?when everything seems so perfectwhy this unheard sonata of unjust painkeeps on buzzing in my deaf mindI am not Ludwig van BeethovenI’ve never heard Mozart or Chopinthen why and how -my naïve mind keeps on orchestratingthe poignant opuses of myriad painand the soulful melodies of my all-time beloveddeath This life is a symphony of innate heartachesI being ignorant and emotionally troubledhave fallen in love with this melody of lifecalled pain March 17,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Mercurial Surge Red-hot blood rushingThrobbing and flushingThrough the arteries and veinsAround the flesh and bonesPiercing the heart, kidneys and genitalsOf a body made-up of mere clay Life sings an unheard-poignant melodyMay be written by the OedipusIn the last days of his cursed life Hormones, neurotransmitters and cytokinesAll mixing with the lyricsOf that unknown-ancient balladPsychedelic trances, visual hallucinationsAnd cocaine bugs All pining for moreMercurial surge Nov 7,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Misunderstood When I whisper your nameSo serene and pure,When I bow my mortal headAnd kiss your divine feet,When I sleep profoundly in your motherly lapAnd fly to the unknown skies of tranquil joy;When I adore youAnd caress your dusky hair,When I lick the barren soilOf your fertile land,When I wet your lipsWith the tears of my naïve desire,When my cheeks lie all overYour naked breast:I write a story of our eternal loveWith my fragile tongue and smoky lipsOn each pixel of your feverish skin,ButWhen my tender words reach your patent heart,Dig the burrows in your superficial mindAnd pierce your shallow soul,I receive an Alert:Talk in a simple lingo!You are MISUNDERSTOOD - Dec 10,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


More… Life is an impossible dream.We all see it,While awake or asleep;But no one could ever fulfill it.Every time a desire is accomplished,There is another waiting to ride our heart… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Muslim-? What a metaphorAllah createdWhen the world neededA real revolutionOf LoveArtTruthJusticeAndHuman DignityBlessed You wereWith the compassion and devotionOf truthful and accomplished Prophetism TodayWhat have You doneTo Yourself-?HatredIntoleranceHypocrisySubjective DivinityDelusional GrandiosityAndSuicide Bombing Whom You want to killYour fellow humanOrYour own-self-? Jan 09,2009 “And fight in the way of Allah with those who fight with you, and do not exceedthe limits, surely Allah does not love those who exceed the limits.”Al-Qur’an (002.190)


Mutation dropp me in the shallow waters of mutabilityand let me take a bath of metamorphosisthey say I am outdated nowso got to pace with the marching time what if I would never changewhat if my heart continues to beatwith the rhythm of manufacturer’s preferencewhat if my mind keeps on writingthe evergreen songs of faithful sorrows and lost love it matters to thembut not to mechange is an illusionlaw of nature never altershistory repeats itselfand after a long journeyof continuous mutationwe reach from where we start Aug 07,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


My New Identity -Dedicated to the people of Malakand division (Written at Shah Mansoor Campfor IDPs near Sawabi) The people of my motherlandI speak to you humblyMy eyes are wet and tongue is dryI bow my head and kneel downKindly lend me your ears my brothers and sistersListen to my aching stomachLook at the stigmata of my burnt skinWitness the beauty of my sunken eyesThen read the story flowing in these deep ocean eyesHow I am made to live homelessUnder the umbrella of scorching sunHow I am killed by my own armyWhich is being fed on the blood of their own siblingsThe president of my land is a great diplomatWho knows no lingo other than of DollarsI have lost my identity and found a new oneI know not how I should thank youWhen so proudly you say to me“You are not a refugeeYou are just an Internally Displaced Person (IDP) ” June 03,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Naked Truth When I saw Thee nakedI saw nothingBut TruthI was so ignorantOf the FactThat Thou art God Oct 31,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Night Has Been My Day Living through the dim lightsOf abandoned streetsWatching the moon dyingIn the lap of fake dawnI have lived all my life Sooner or laterThis err would be proved upon usThat we have livedAn illusionary lifeIn the love of sparkling sunJust to fulfill the burning appetiteOf our lustful eyes We have always knownBut never admittedThatTruth is only revealedWhen eyes are closedHeart is sunkenAnd soul is awaken Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Night Of Loneliness They say I am blessedWith the masterful skill of arts and scienceWith a golden pen which have a flow of NileWith a healing touch which may calm the agonizing mindAnd with a burning heart which can melt the rocky mounts They are liarsCall them here who say soAnd make them seeMy comatose body, bleeding heart and dejected soul No one would comeNobody should careAll my friends, admirers and loved ones are asleepAnd I am crying my heart out in the mighty darkThis lonely night April 25,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


No Smoking - A naked man,Peeped through his veiled eyesHis sight knocked at an open window;She was clad in white,Holding a newborn in her fragile arms.She hurriedly threw her son,Like an un-finished cigarette;As she had captured glimpse of a sign board,NO SMOKING - Smoky neonate fell from the 13th floor,Straight towards the strong arms of nudity,Shrieking in his feeble voice;Catch me if u can,I resemble you,And I belong to you. The naked man embraced the infant misery,With open arms;Squeezed him tight against his frail chest,And walked slowly towards the waterfront... Sep,2003 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Not Guilty When I think of you,Life blooms in my eyes;A simple thought of nothingness,A humble wish of everything.When I think of you,I think nothing,But everything.I think of a fainting robin,Flying with dignity…I think of an everlasting smile,Dying with simplicity…I think of You and Me,I,Dying for existence…You,Living for existence…I am the Pause…Before The Final Verdict has to effect,It needs patience…But I know the decision,Not Guilty… Nov 24,2002 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Nothing Changed “Don’t let me go,If I am gone;It won’t be same again.Our mother earth,Won’t have any Achilles left;To rage for vengeance,To combat for slaughtered friendship.No Hussain would ever revolt,Against the menace to mankind.You won’t find any Maid of Orleans,To be burned at the stake;For the sake of truth,For the love of divinity.If you let me go,Your sterile womb would conceive no more;Your lifeless breasts would nourish no soul…” These wasted words,I said, when you shouted at me;“GO NOW…” Today,When I am no more,I realize,How wrong I was?Nothing changed,If I am not here;If I was not there,Nothing changed. Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


November Fallen leaves have been crushedDried and amalgamatedWith the dustOf barren soils Sunken hearts have been strippedCracked and defeatedWith the lustOf alluring beauties Shrunken minds have been putrefiedAbandoned and replacedWith the bustOf convulsive impulses This NovemberThe faith has to be revolutionizedThe fate must be renovatedThe fallen got to be resurrectedFrom the mist of dusky dawns This NovemberThe heart aches for more bloodThe mind craves for more thoughtThe soul begs for more pietyAnd a human cries for lost identity NovemberThe month of my fallFrom divinity to humanityWould be the month of my riseFrom humanity to divinity Nov 03,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Oblivion One day, when there will be no sun,No moon and no stars on the sky.Neither you nor I,Will be able to strike a match and light the sky.There will be sheer darkness in the churches,Mosques and temples will turn into black ashes.There will be no one in the Universe,Just you and I left in the dead mashes.At that time, I will come to you,And kneel down,Bow my head,And kiss your feet.Then there will be a new life,Sprouting from the buds of white light.Where everyone will be almost happy,Looking at you with my sight. June12,2001 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


One More Valentine’s Day Wrinkled skin of my aging soulMerely I could feel the touchOf her falling fingersSoaring from her tender heartDesperate to caress my spirit untouched Life has been an illusionary abodeFor the solitary ghost of love like meDeath calls herself a mansion of realitySpeaks my name with her lustful eyesWants to kiss my rancid lipsPines for my flesh and bloodYearns for my love unremitting O’ God!I turned her down tonightI denied her love unrivaledFor the love of this deceptive worldFor the lust of the skins to be crinkledAnd to live in the arms of endless desireOne more Valentine’s Day Feb 13,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Pain turn off lightsmy eyes can’t toleratethe pain of fake hope no more joyno more festivityno more sugar coated complimentsno more glittery gigglesjust me with myselflying on my apathetic couchco-existing with my tormented mindinsistently editing my miscalculationsbut alas! there is no Ctrl Z keyto unbreak the heart of an innocent soulto undo what has had been misdonewith my specie I recall my teacher of medicinetold me oncethat pain is blessingit helps you to identify the underlying pathologybut this pain of our rootless existencehas been known for centuriesstill humankind is unable to deciphereither disease lies in the self or destiny Sep 22,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Perverted Vision I am going to writeA masterpiece todayWhich would stay for goodIn the minds of people Kamran!You again are deludedMy childWhy you always want othersTo see this worldWith your perverted visionWhy can’t you acceptThe truthThat -You are just a lesser mortalA weak oratorAnd a mere individual Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Philosophy Of The False Dawn Again and againHuman race is being misguidedIs it a reality or just a fake refraction?When light pierces the black sky-Only my world is being illuminatedWhy is it still dark-Where Dollar, Pound and Euro rule?Why light hides herself-From the eyes of the mighty west? Wake up Kamran!Look around your enlightened soulListen to the trumpets-Of the embryonic springThat is crying aloud-For the paucity of budding flowersCautiously hear the chirps-Of the perished sparrowsThey are moaning-For the lack of water and foodAnd chew the perplexity-Of the soaring mindsWhich are craving-For more and more Every morning we wake upAnd leave the bed-Of heavenly desiresTo fulfill the appetite-Of our burning stomachSome get the best reward-Of the minor struggleAnd most remain deprived-Even after bloody perspiration Then again dark engulfs the dying sunThe mighty west gets brightenedAnd the unworthy eastFalls into transitory peace


Destined to rise once againFrom the trance of ephemeral dawn Feb 19,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Poems I Write Are Not Mine It’s not me,It is you;Who is making me write –The dust of our invisible love,The echo of our unheard moans;The night I spent in your celestial arms,The day you kissed me good bye.It is no one else but you;Who cry in my words,Who live in my metaphors,And die in the acknowledgements.When they say Kamran,Wow! What a wonderful write!I smile and whisper your name;My love! It’s you who made me write. Yester-nightI was sleeping tranquil after a gloomy day,You were with meIn a dream, which was seen by both of us;I remember, what you told meAt the climax of our love life.Kamran!No matter if I am mortal,It is worth than the union of two mortal souls;That I would live in your poemsFor always. Dec 01,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Poetry Is Dead Is this the end?Is this the death?Death has not always been an endIt may be a new beginningIt could have been a funeralBut it has to be the matrimonialOf lust and hungerAlas! Poetry is dead She died last nightOf cerebral malariaIn the febrile fitsOf plagued identityIn the rigors and chillsOf seasonal insanityIn the aches and painsOf bodily desiresPoetry diedSilently, invisiblyIn the blastOf this materialized world Before sleeping in the robust armsOf Dark AngelShe painfully utteredA dying declarationIn her last muffled breaths “I, the Cinderella of all ArtsHas had been mishandledBy the guardians and the messengersThey ignored the ‘FRAGILE’ signWhile shipping me from heart to heartMind to mind and soul to soulI was broken into piecesEven safeguardedInside the velvety red boxWrapped with the white sheetsOf hundred percent pure cotton


Sealed with the melted waxOf my frozen tearsEach piece of mineWould live thereafter meEternally as a divine soulIn the juvenile bodiesOf so called amateursWho worshipped me since bornLike a goddess…” Alas! Poetry is dead Dec 20,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Probability Of Error You made me a human my LordDesigned me artistically beautifulA magnum opus above all known masterpiecesBlessed me with a heart full of unconditional loveGave me powers to think beyond the surfaceRaised me to the endless heights afar mind's eyeNo creature could even fantasize to touch that pinnacle ThenIn the end You sanctified meFive percent probability of errorTo misuse my heart and mindUnder the influence of worldly desiresThat little error brought havocIn this otherwise perfect soul and serene world Jan 31,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Providence AgainMelancholy knocks at my door;Asks me to plunge myself,In the deep metamorphosis;Of my unwanted existence. Once More…!Who asked for that?Neither did I,Nor my unfulfilled dreams;Then who pines for-One more episode,Of Major Depression. Why is it?All coming back to me;When I didn’t ask for more of it,If this is my Providence;Let it be like that;For one more time,Dipped in tears, sweat and blood;Of our suspended hopes. Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Psyche (To the tormented mindsOf Philosophers, Thinkers, Dreamers, Poets and Lovers…) Once I was in prostrationAnd in the trance of mild-insanityI called your nameAnd humbly asked GodWhat is this my Lord?He smiled with His eyesAnd narrated a beautiful story… Part One It was the mind of HumanWhich I thought should be made of ClayBut clay denied MeAs she said“I am just clay,And mind needs more than that”I forgave that refusal as her denial was logical Then I asked FireShe said“I am not that hot”And asked for forgivenessI bestowed My mercy upon her too Than Water passed by MeHumbly and silentlyI asked him tooHe apologizedAnd hardly uttered these words“I can’t be that tranquil my Lord”I kissed him and let him go Then I thought of AirBreezing from west to east


It bowed her headAnd kissed My feetAnd meekly wrote on my soles“I can’t blow like that” So I thought for a secondWhy Clay, Fire, Water and AirCan’t make the mind of an ordinary manThenAfter deep analysis and thinkingI decidedTo sever a little part of my own-selfAnd make it the mind of a Human… Part Two I gave human mindMy own-selfOhLookWhat he did to Me…? I was in his mind all the timeStillHe kept on lying, stealing, denyingAnd waging warsOn the other souls of his own specieOn the minds of his own brotherhoodKnowingThat his brother has the mind made ofSame Me… Rare have been the soulsWho kept Me in shapeAll the timeBurning, flowing and breezingIn their mindsAnd only because of those soulsI kept HumanityStill aliveOn this planet Earth…


Quest God’s handsAndMy solesI’ve been walkingThis divine pathSince ages I try to make things betterBut it always turns to be worseI try to win Your heart my GodBut it always goes in vain You made me wise and compassionateBlessed me with the pain unknownShowered Your tears on me when I criedSmiled with me when joy was at my door I am very poor and meekI err, err and always errI fall in the dark burrows of lustI run after the worldly desires TodayI came at Your door againI thought now my quest would endAnd I would kiss Your feet untouchedWhen I reached thereI found no oneExcept a sign board“You are late” Jan 15,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Read My Eyes You ask me to writeMy whole life in a poemMy feelings for you in some wordsMy tormented thoughts in a verseAnd to put my heart on paperWhen you know that very wellThis one page is nothingTo absorb my tearsWhich flow like the NileThen why you ask me to write for you?Why don’t you look into my eyes?Just onceYou will get the whole storyIn one tiny-little glimpse Jan 14,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Religion At It’s Best Yesterday it was so beautifulA sparkling sunny day of newborn SeptemberMy ears could hearHigh-pitched cackles all around meMy eyes could seeStunning milky-white skin wrapped inValentino chiffon silk dressAsthenic right hand holdingA Gucci crystal clutch bagWhite Gold Ruby and Diamond Medallion PendantScintillating around her slender neckIn atrophic left wrist she wasWearing a white gold Rolex masterpieceGlossy-coral, kiss-proof lipstick having a golden sheenDancing on her tender lipsCurved eye lashes strengthened withDior waterproof MascaraAcrylic sculpted nailsIgnorant of the painWhich my dried skin could suffer… Today sun is at the same settingAnd the day is not bad at allThe door moved slowlyAnd she enteredLike west wind forgot her way todayWhite- Sateen, long- sleeved gownFalling from neck to below her anklesNo single millimeter of milky-white skinMy transparent eyes could captureExcept her lusterless faceStreaked brunette hair, all covered withSheer black, Cashmere- Linen scarfNo more diamonds, rubies or goldNo more Gucci, Dior or RolexSleepy, wet and lifeless eyesFixed on the dry floorDehydrated lipsAfraid of uttering even a single word…


Shockingly, I asked;Why, what happened?She replied in a soulful tone,“I am fasting today…” Sep 02,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Rise Up...! Hey, Rise up!You, still snoring in the lap of futile sleep;At this hour of fleeting time,Sleep is required no more. Where is the Great Alexander?Death neither spares Prophets nor Saints;All left this evanescent abode one by one,Nothing is undying in this fragile world. You would yield, what you would strive for;Or you would suffer for slip-ups and indiscretions.You would cry (for your Love) like a dumped Heron;Wingless you would be; how would you fly then? - Bullah, There is nothing except Shah (God) ,Neither in this world nor in the world to come;Tread prudently in this world (of darkness and illusions) ,The time once missed, would recur no more. Hey, Rise up!You, still snoring in the lap of futile sleep;At this hour of fleeting time,Sleep is required no more. TranslatedFrom BABA BULLEH SHAH’SGreat Piece of Sufi Poetry(Utth Jaag) Utth Jaag GhuRraaRray maar NahiAey Saun Teray darkaar Nahi… Nov 16,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Roses Underneath Thy Feet That was a dream of Innocence,Which you crushed so elegantly;Under your Divine Feet. That was a song for a Newborn,Which you sang so maliciously;In a Gentleman’s Club. That was a beauty made for Heavens,Which you put up for sale last night;In the Backstreet Flea-Market. That was a man made for Humanity,Which you killed day before yesterday;In a fit of Animated Ecstasy. Sep 27,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Should We Have To Live Like That…? Darkness,Dejection,Despair,Abstraction,Blues,Lamentation,Oblivion,And a never endingDepression…Should I have to live with that?I have put my life on a rack,Which is being eaten by white-ants.Decaying hopes and blazing fears,Where can I run away;With my frozen legs and stiffened arms?As a Doctor had injected ample vials,Of Haloperidol into my buttocks.Should I have to live like that?Nihilistic delusions,Distorted cognition;And a dying insight.Should we have to like that?Where is the Son of Mary?Where is the Prophet of Mercy?O’ God!You have no arm for us?SHOULD WE HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THAT…? Dec,2004 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Signature ThoughtsAmbiguous thoughtsVague and abstractLike smoke in an abandoned roomEach thought is like a portraitMade byFamous artist of all timesI thinkAnd keep on paintingOn the canvas of my despondent lifeWith humble strokes of my crazy mindI keep on painting TodayI can only seePortraits of youWith your signatureOn each imprintEverywhere in my roomAndI have no space leftFor my own flesh and bloodTo survive hereIt’s only youWhoOwn this domicile Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Smokes Someone told me onceSmokes are very much parallelTo the failures and successes of lifeEvery time you loseBlue smoke surrounds you 24 × 7And when you winIt’s the rainbow of euphoriaThat resides your eyes April 09,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Someone Called My Name Honey!Close the window,It’s cold outside,And you are already sick.I am just checking dear;Someone called my name,The way she used to call…Sweetheart,Fix an appointment with my shrink,I want to see him tomorrow;I can’t live with these hallucinations…Hey, look!It started raining outside,I think,Now I don’t need a shrink,I wasn’t hallucinating;She must be here.Wherever she goes,Rain follows her… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Soulmate Hey!You call yourselfMy SoulmateDid you ever try to countThe marks of the hidden miseryOn my perverted soul-? You say it all the timeThat you are made for meAnd me for youEven you never peepedInside my soulYour white blood never mingledWith mine tarnished oneYou never dared to shareYour secret desiresNever manifested your trueInner charismaWhich I felt the very first timeI touched you with my wordsYou expected me to followYour path of loveAnd I never learned to seeWith anyone else’s eyes ThenHow and why?I should believe youAnd you should believe meYou know that very wellThat we don’t believe in each otherAnymoreStill so proudly we decreeThat we are the soulmatesMade for each other This life of ours is nothingBut a journeyYou and I are nothing


But virtual beingsIncidentally met while on boardAnd fated to reachThe final destination So my so called SoulmateI beg youPlease don’t talk about the soulWhen you only look at the bodyWe’ll be permitted to be each other’s soul matesWhen we would reach the final destinationOnly if we didn’t change our itinerariesUnder the influence of our humanly prudenceAnd restricted scope of vision March 06,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Starter The story begins not todayIt neither occurred in the pastNor it would ever start It is just a man’s dreamIt is only an individual’s questIt is not a shared delusionIt is merely one man’s notion Still it pierces the skies aboveStill it touches the depths of oceansStill it travels the un-trodden pathsStill it creeps in the disabled minds The verse is ambiguous yet crystalThe word is plain yet enigmaticThe picture is blurred yet three dimensionalThe thought is juvenile yet profound What else you’re craving for?This is just a starterAnd it’s surely mouth-wateringThough little sour Take it the way you likeIt’s just a beginning of another endThere is a lot more to come your way Jan 15,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Stripper I haven’t seen you before,Are you new in this town?Would you like a dance?Hey!Say something… Can I hold your hand? I think, this is not a good idea; I just want to feel your fingers,And ensure the touch of your eyes.You know,When you were stripping,You looked into my weary eyes;And you touched my soul,With millions of little fingers,Emerging through your belladonna eyes.It was raining heavily outside,But I felt it here all over my body and soul,Like there is no roof between me and heavenly sky.Can I hold your hand…? I think you better leave this place now,But!Always remember;Wherever you go,I’ll follow you;With my little fingers… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Submission IfI would break the codeThis Universe is standingI would break myself too SoIt’s betterNot to crackBut to embrace and follow Dec 04,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Suicide Note Of A Nameless Person I hate myselfAnd this cruel life.I can’t bear the massive burdenOf my unwanted,Unhappy,Hopeless,And misinterpreted existence.I must die;Or go oblivious.Wish there were enough Opium,In this entire universe;To calm my restless-agonizing mind.I must leave thisUnjust and sterile world,And should take my last voyage;A leap in the eternal dark… June 15,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Table Death Sweet smelling wine,Alluring flawless beauties;A deal done under the table,Piety sold to the soulless.Tanks crawling on her breasts,Impending death of the brain;Body lying on the dining table,All except God enjoying the supper. Dec 16,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Temporal Humility Catch me if u can?Trumpet of time,Confronted me once.With frozen legs and frenzied thoughts,I got up from my bed,And fled away the asylum of space.With the long atrophic arm of God,I seized a moment.Still;I can see the shame,In the eyes of infinite time. April 10,2002 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Ten Years Later Believe meI know nothingEven I am not sureWould I be able to inhaleOne more puff of O2 Yet I want to tell youWhat I just saw in a wakeful dreamI am 40Still wearing the same old shoesHair are fallingLike autumn is knocking at my doorI talk little and look prudentAn old beggar passes byReminds me of somethingWhich a similar fellow told meWhen I was 20 Kamran!You never listen to anyoneBut I am here to tell youThat your presence in this worldHas made some differenceI know you have had been thinkingTo quit this abode full of dissonanceBut I beg youPlease never give upTill your last breath April 17,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


The Beauty Of Misery Hey!My little sparkling eyesUntainted dreams of innocenceSleep my tarnished hopesI know not a lullabySleep my only strengthI know not a rebellion You know meMy dear friendI’m just an ordinary humanA mere homeless in our motherland The surges of my juvenile bloodHold on my beauty of mindStop this killing of your own fleshHandsome blood of our youthPlaying in the scorching sunSinging the melodies of unwanted painKissing the lips of unseen misery The curse of being a humanTe tragedy of your brotherhoodThe beauty of our common miseryCrying for a little cuddlePleading for the real justicePining for a healing touch Hey, You!My so called brotherYou still thinkingCome forward and hold meIn the stretch of your blessed armsI’m the son of your own soilI’m the daughter of your motherlandI’m the beauty living in miseryI’m the homeless in my own homeland


P.S. Written for the IDPs (Internally Displaced Persons) of Malakand Division.At Shah Mansoor Camp (Sawabi) for the IDPs.May 29,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


The Beggar In a super marketHopes are for sale50 % discountOn all kinds of goodsNew or oldIn-fashion or out-datedAll at a same and fixed priceNo need to bargainNo worries of human error Fine quality flourUnmixed and untaintedWell-baked breadMilky or brownOlives, almonds and coconutsFine-looking and refinedFruits, vegetables and cerealsAlluring and newly pickedMeat of all kinds and in all formsRed or whiteRaw or cookedHalal or crucifiedAnything you needFor your breakfast, lunch or dinnerWill be given to youAt a reduced priceWhat else you wish for? A middle aged man looking like a beggarApproaches the cash counterHolding a small sized milky breadIn his right handHow much for it Sir?Just 10 RupeesSirI only have 5 right nowMy children are hungryKindly do me a favorI’ll be grateful to you


You filthy beggarDon’t you see?We already selling at 50 % discountAnd you asking for 50 % morePut the bread backAnd get lost The so called beggarLeft in despairAnd moved slowlyTo the waterfront Jan 04,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


The Best I Can Offer The love of the fervent QaisThe passion of Jesus ChristThe sorrows of young WertherThe poignant lyrics of romantic KeatsThe homesickness of OdysseusThe logic of great SocratesThe beauty of Queen CleopatraThe genius of Albert EinsteinThe healing touch of HippocratesThe unrivaled valor of AchillesThe tragic revenge of prince HamletThe prophetic vision of William BlakeThe lustful love of AphroditeThe enlightened soul of BuddhaThe divine love of Baba Bullhay ShahAnd the eternal sleep of Endymion All put together in this little heart of mineWhich I have scribbled on this blank paperI have nothing more to offer YouTo prove the purity of my love for You March 04,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


The Paradise Found Loner was I;Crossing the cosmic oceans,Of ignorance;And the un-known lands,Of self-dependence. Forlorn or Accompanied,Grieved or Ecstatic;Deprived or Lucrative,Tranquil or Frenzied;Whatever,I have had been just a loner. I lost a child’s Toy,Belonged to a boy of four;In a trance of pseudo-dementia,And when I was redeemed with reminiscence;I could only remember,I threw it in the Atlantic. He;The little poor soul,Looked at me with a mild-benign hope,But I was shocked;Because of the malignant fear.The king of the AtlanticWould kill me;If I would tell this child,What happened to the Toy of Innocence.A child of age,Merely four;Can make the king and his oceans,A cemetery of king’s dead-soul. Hey, little boy!I lost what I owe you,The Toy of Innocence and Truth;I didn’t care for it.I thought, it is of no use;


I am so guilt-ridden,Of what I did to you. Dear Sir,Don’t worry that much;You learned a lesson, now in repentance,Never lose your innate-innocence, when in madness;What had been common is still common;It is just we care now, simply for our own abdomen. Think and Feel;When light touches your tender and fair skin,Does it burn you or any of your kin?Never has it done so;It just gets mixed with the cells of your bones and body;Makes them grow healthier and tidy. Dear Sir,Just Think and Feel;Does God ever ask you?To pay the bills,Of the light and power He provides you;On your vast oceans and soaring hills.Then why you always stand still;And think nothing but only,Of your electricity bill.And this all will vanish in a little short time,That you know very well;Then when would you get some time,To discern and to know;How to prevail over hell. Dear Sir,Pure Love, Mindfulness and Service to Humanity,Are the three pearls of your soul;Can give you back, your lost identity. The way to the Paradise lost;And the reality of God,Which you have never known;Can solely come through-The passion of your heart alone.


Or you are not the man of heart;Then forget your desires and think a lot.Ponder on every myth;Look for the hidden signs;And find the peace eternally in prostration to God. Still this is not of your best choice;Work for all those men of God,Who live with the misery of pain and price.If you can calm one frenzied mind;If you can free one enslaved body,Or a penalized soul;If you can quench one burning pain,“You shall not live in vain.” Nov 06,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


The Pinnacle Of Creativity Eat my little dreamLike a forbidden fruitAnd tell meHow it tastes like?Sour, sweet, bitter or awfulTell me in the straight and plain languageAs I am not in the mood of unraveling yourFancy lyrical metaphorsDecorated with artificialityAnd ironyNo more literary artNo more philosophyJust speak to me in blunt words You call yourself a poetWhen you don’t even know the artWhen you don’t even realize the obligationOf being an oracleThe prophecies are just communicatedWithout any conscious alterationOr interpretation by lesser selfYou can’t refine or sliceThe revealed RealityYou just have to tell meThe real TruthIn the same monotonous toneIt came to yourPsyche Oct 11,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


The World Of Mine Kamran!No doubt should creep in your mindNo more illusionary dreamsNo more delusional propheciesNo more third person hallucinationsNo more abstracted realitiesNo more forbidden desiresNo more love and lustFor false beauties and volatile wealthNo more hidden truthYour tongue should speakNo more excruciating painYour soul should endureNo moreI pleadNo more You have been misjudgedMistaken and mishandledWhy?How?Whatever-You must not careFor these superficial mindsAnd shallow souls You must not burnThe world of your inner true selfIn the hell of impotent heartsAndIn the fire of heavenly desiresThe world of yoursWould always remain yoursIf you would not let anyoneCome closer to its boundary wall Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


There Is No Love Facsimiles of Aphrodite, Psyche and SeleneCharacters changed; personalities shiftedFaces blurred; bodies cyanosed Hard copies of saints, nobles and philanthropistsIntentions corrupted; benefits relinquishedHopes burnt; smokes inhaled It has been more than three decades nowStill I couldn’t find the thing called LoveToday I chewed my mind over it for hoursBut couldn’t find a logic behind this famine Absence of love in lifeCan be an individualOr universal ambianceYou agree or notYet I would sayLife’s like that Feb 05,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Thou Shall Not Kill (The Sixth Commandment by God given to Moses on the Mount Sinai) GazaCrying, burning, bleeding and strippingIn front of the God HimselfOn the soil of the supreme holinessOn the land of the universal benevolence Human form transformingTo ravenous beastsMighty eating the meekTodayCruelty is at its peak What can be the cause?Where we went wrong?Where God was dropped?Intentionally or accidentallyIn the dark seaOf our lustful desires Oil, money, land, skins, powerAnd the man-made religionBurning in our headsAndThe children of the holy landBleeding to death Jan 11,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Timeless Me a breathless soulflying opposite directionto the wind of timea dehydrated leaf of meblown with an irrational hopethat it would reach her feet weary and crushedthe hope of hundreds of thousandis traveling a useless time machinereliving second hand minutesretrieved from left over periods of timeborrowed from incoherent chronometers the hope never diedthe dehydrated leaf of menever lodged for a single secondkept on flying even shatteredannihilated the flow of timealbeit never reached the destination Oct 10,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


To Innocence I think, think and thinkwhat I get in the enda tray full of ashand a room full of psychedelic smoke The age of innocencepure and sereneno delusional perceptionsno suicidal ideationsand no dysphoric trances That was the unrivaled time of my lifeI miss you NaïvetéI miss you with all my heartI hate this period of intelligenceI hate this highly rated hour Please come backInnocencemy life is craving for your armsplease be my pillow once moreand take me to the underworld of oblivionfor ever April 11,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


To Me I am NOT in the moodOf making anyone feel specialNOT doing any more favorsFor freeNeither telling glittery liesDipped in the scentsOf chocolaty desiresNor asked by the Health MinisterTo write his Polio Day speech I am writing thisTo MeFor MeBy Me Kamran!You were NOT born for thisWhat you are intoWhy you have compelled yourselfTo live a life of a CommonerWhen everybody here knowsThat you are NOTYou were born for a purposeThenWhy you are trying to lureMinds of these ignorant peopleWith fancy and fake poetryThese people have lustful mindsNo matter how much you doThey would ask for more Kamran!This is a humble advicePlease don’t argueAnd just followWhat is being told to youThese men and womenOf today’s illusionary worldCan’t cook


The recipeOf your lamenting mindThey can’t digestToo much of RealityThey are not used to listenPoignant symphony of lost loveOrchestrated by the divine fingersOf none other than God Himself So pleaseStop barking nowIn the deaf earsOf juvenile minds,Blemished heartsAnd shallow soulsInsteadObserve the silenceFor a whileAs this is NOT the right timeTo break the shocking newsSo pleaseSay no more Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


To My Motherland Sun was in the eastStill light couldn’t touch my mother’s eyesI was continuously blaming myselfAs I thoughtI was the reason for this darknessHey momPlease wake upLookWho’s here?Its moonlightWants to say somethingPlease ask her to take me to moonYou promised momWhen she would be hereYou will request herTo take me to moonMoonlight can take me very easilyButWhy is she denying me?She shouldn’tPlease beg her for meWhy you still sleepingPlease wake up… The night you took me toA nearest meadowWe sat for hours on a wooden benchIt was broken thoughStill we were so comfortableIt was full moon right above our little headsThe sky was full of twinkling startsThat night we both went up the skyAnd took some restOn the soil of gorgeous moonI was so in heavenYour velvety lapWas a soothing balmFor my troubled headO’ my sweet mom


I can never forget that glorious night Today you are not with meI am all alone in this land of lunaticsThey call me abnormal and weirdAm I so?Mom,I wet my pillow with useless tearsEvery nightThenWhen I wake up after restless sleepI again have tears all over my mindAnd I am always nervous for the future of your soilWhen I gaze at each new sun-setEvery dying dayMomWhat will happen?This fear would not let me liveI want to ask you somethingPlease do it for meI know you willPlease ask this moonlight to take me to moonI can’t stand this fearI can’t stand this humiliationI just can’t… Hey son,I think you should not leave our soilCan’t you see meWalking beside youHolding an umbrella in my right handAnd saving you from scorching sunlightCan’t you feel my divine touchWhenever you bow your headIn prostration to GodCan’t you hear me orating for youWhenever you get dumb from humiliationSonDon’t be afraidIt would get betterYou just need to keep shoutingYour patriotic heart


In every person’s deaf earActually they are not deafThey just pretend to beThis soil is worthMillions of litres of pure bloodYou have to bleed tooDon’t fear my childYou got to live hereI know your present is tormentingEach moment is full of agonyBut sonYou must sufferAnd you must bleedTo make this soil fertile for everyoneI knowIt would never be easyBut you are my sonAnd you are not aloneBillions more would speak your heartJust don’t give upAnd please don’t leave meI assure youI’ll be with you always… Sep 05,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


To Philippa Lane I thoughtI have been travelling theseUntrodden pathsAll aloneI never acknowledged; you were thereAlways heard you as a common nameEchoing in my little-lateral brainEndorsed by my Psychiatrist that it is fakeProving it to be a first-rank symptomJust to establish a working diagnosisAnd wrote ample pills to quench my throatOnly to validate a new hypothesisIs my life a hypothetical situation too?If it isThen how comeThat echoing greenHas come to life once againIt is little late thoughButNever too lateTodayI can proudly decreeI have not lived in vainYou have not lived in vainWe have not lived in vain Oct 19,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


To This World Of Dying Humanity The starter was served awfully before than-You arrived;The end is way afar yet.And you have already relinquished;All your days of juvenile hopes,And all your nights of wet dreams. Strippers, Dancers and Hookers,Crying,While awake or asleep;Money, Money and Money…Professors, Doctors and Philosophers,Whispering,In the ears of their confused minds;Money, Money and Money…Priests, Pandits and Sheikhs,Praying,In the abodes of their delusional holiness;Money, Money and Money…Artists, Poets and Thinkers,Talking,To an imagery of their animated desires;Money, Money and Money…Revolutionists, Extremists and Politicians,Shouting,In the minds of the naive adolescence;Money, Money and Money… Hey,Why are you saying so?Are you out of your mind?Are you not one of us?Hey,We got you;You penniless filth,You say things about Money;When,Can’t get it any more…Before,


You were like us;Crying, whispering, praying, talking and shouting forMoney, Money and Money… Listen to me;My brothers and sisters,For I would not speak again.I,Who is one like you;Is no different,From your own flesh and blood.Which runs through your veins,And which you don’t even mind to eat;When ravenous.Lend me your ears;My brothers and sisters,For I would not speak again.Do not misjudge me,And do not deny me;As I am one of you.This world is a false metaphor;Created millions of years back,With the darkness of Light.An examination venue,Designed like a ball room;Where men and women,Come; make pairs, dance and leave.But before leaving;They are acknowledged with a testimony,Of their orgasmic love;In the form of the angelic divinity. Men and Women of our mother earth;Here creeps an illusive ambiguity-If we all were angels once;And if we were nothing,But a part of eternal divinity-Then,Why we have become devils today?Needs, Desires, Beliefs, Hatreds, and underneath all;Our Ego…


I am neither a prophet nor a saint,I am like you, just an ordinary man;I know nothing,Except the internal fact;And that is what you fear to listen-If you can kill your Ego,For another man or woman;If you can sacrifice your inner-self,For the sake of the other soul;You can salvage,The Spirit Forfeited;And you can retrieve,The Paradise Lost;On this planet of living misery,And in this world of dying humanity. Nov 24,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Touch Of Rain Ice is melting from the eyes of grey skyCaressing the raw flesh over my frail chestThis rain has made me decreeWithout any fear of being mistakenBy the juvenile minds and budding hearts“Like the touch of rain she was” March 03,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


True Religion My hands are trembling so badlyThis is definitely the fearOf three little wordsWhich have been crying for centuriesTo be written on a blank paperMany a timeNumerous poets and loversWrote these words innumerable timesDipped in bloodScented with sweatAdorned with tearsJustThree little words…. TodayI am so sureSo enlightenedSo pure and so free…As I have found key answer to allBurning questions of my skeptical mindThe answer lives inJustThree little words… “I Love You” Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Turn Your Ear To My Heart’s Symphony You gave birth to a little soul,Who died the same moment,You conceived it in your womb.The deceased was nothing but a melody,Orchestrated by the Creator Himself.Can you listen to the dying notes once more?Of the unheard song…Can you feel the pain once again?Of the unsaid words…Can you re-live the life?Of the unlived one…It’s all due to our love for the unloved germs,Which is making our souls infected…We are all close to the extinction of our holy spirits,Only because,We fear to listen;And we have nothing to say… Speak,Before your tongues get palsied…Listen,Before Chopin, Beethoven and Mozart of this era,Would be dead again…I have composed a quartet,For your fatigued ears;Listen fastidiously and suffer the agony,And then think twice,Before listening to it again…If you have a heart to lose;Then,Turn your ear to my heart’s symphony… Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Untitled Catch the hints of the tongue I speak,My accent narrates a true story;I am crying the rivers of a fateful land,You are breathing the aroma of Garden of Eden. You say, it is a forbidden fruit,I want to eat it every single day;When you kiss my name with your fervent lips,I smile with tearful eyes and laugh with a hopeless cry. What we want matters to none,What fate decides is the matter of fact;You tell me this every single day,You even forget it was planned by God. Wherever I live, I would live in your heart,My words never speak false emotions;I am a man of Truth; I would live for years,It matters not you deny me today. Who am I to say all thisGarbage of my useless heart;I am nothing, but some ambiguous wordsWoven in a futile poem remained untitled. Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Walking Dead Crack in my tea cupLeads to the land of semi-permeable dreamsGot to live another nightOn this barren soil of shared delusionsAdherent to my mindAbhorrent to my heartWe all are likewiseYet at poles apartMe with myselfRepellent yet compliantWalking with head downDied years back still pacing with timeWandering like a vagabondOn the well known streets of LahoreThe city of lively peopleMocking at my fossilized corpse Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Who Will Bell The Cat? Lights of unknown desire,Making me blind-I was a very ordinary man,Before I drank the river of Lethe;I drank whole of it,Drop by drop;It penetrated my veins,Like an injection of Heroin,Still I could see lucid dreams,Each day and each night… What should be done?Who will bell the cat?Who will find the way for Odysseus?There is no Adam left,In the colonized streets of Gotham City…Stories of Abraham and Joseph are lost,In the mist of adulterous time…Where are the Khidher and Moses of this era?Where are Ram, Buddha, Jesus and Muhammad?Who will be the Messiah?In this plagued global village… May 20,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Whole Story My pillow can tell you theWhole storyI cry, cry and cryThat is the portrait of my lifeWithout you Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Why Do I Love Thee? When I was askedWhy do I love?I was silent for a whileThen reciprocatedWith my modest eyesAnd saidI love youBecause I was born to love you You called me a Liar“A True Liar”NowI reaffirm this to myselfEvery time I speak the Truth Dec 19,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Would You Write? Hold on for a secondBefore writing a single word on this pageHold on my dear so called poetHold on My love, my painThe strife, the gainOr the world behind my eyesWhat would you write? Would you metaphorize my paining self?Or would just add a little spice of fake fantasiesI can’t figure out, how should I survive?And here you are marketing your heart for nothing Dear poet of my own selfYou are talking to deaf and dumbEven yourself seem a hypocriteYou might be a good oratorBut here money is the best expressionYou might know how to loveBut here love is sold in penniesYou think you can change the worldWhen you are not allowed to change your own self I know, you won’t stopWould keep on living a dual lifeWould continue writing your heart on paperThough all the time you knowIt’s the futility in disguise Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


Writing Poetry Writing poetryWas just an excuse to myFailed dreams Still it helped meIn knowing myself Dec 07,2008 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


You My heart bends at a right angle,Whenever you are in the limbic systemOf my artistic mind. The unknown goddess of love,You were made to love and to be loved;Today you are nothing,But my unfulfilled dream. The unseen beauty queen of this lost world,You live in the dreams of millionsYou swim in the eyes of paintersYou flow in the words of poetsYou grow in the logics of philosophers;I am nothing but one of them. My love might mean nothing,Yet I decree;I love you more than any living beingCould ever imagine of loving you. May 07,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


You Said, “i Love You” A little puppyCrying and hankering for milkA naked miseryLamenting and beseeching for mercyAn oblivious soulReminiscing and marketing his lost memoriesAnd a dejected loverSitting at your feet silently and invisiblyYearning to hear three magical wordsIn your silky voice “I love you” You uttered those words flawlesslyIn a fraction of secondAnd for your lover it was a lifetimeOf waning euphoria and perpetuating heartachesRising like the holy smokeFrom the ashes of his burnt soulFalling like the dried hopesFrom the overloaded tree of sporadic loveScented with the blood of assassinated heartsDipped in the intangible dreams of chocolaty desiresAmalgamated with the tears of severanceAnd coated with the bliss of consummation Feb 04,2009 Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari


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