Best Hussain Poems
I solicit, can I be
your man, man of
dreams,
She smiled and
responds with
nihilism,
I startle with
embarrassment,
Nevertheless, she
kept on spiting with
criticism,
I lost and tears
bulged out from the
eyes,
Expel not this time
with pessimism,
In wonder and in
dilemma of bewilder
ness,
Fell down from edge
of optimism,
And truly I can only
yearn and pine,
Can’t I fetch her
with the power of
magnetism,
Here the word and
world lives, the
status,
Before which I can’t
stand with equalism,
Alas here a man live
with the loss of
hope,
Saying this love is,
“the theory of
illusionism,
And to beginning
alarmed of your
ways,
Not more than
pretension and
fusionism,
Quit this all plays
and leave a solace,
Can’t I bear your
yoke of fascism,
Of thy oppression
and cruelty,
So Shahid, be in the
shadow of
bachelorism.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
When I breathe and beat you know my nerve,
Whether am in trouble or in twisty curve,
Alpha to infinity you knows my pain,
Alas! All my endeavors yet null and vain,
Oh my Lord forgive my err and sin,
Am not more than petite thumb pin,
I am not more then eccentric smoke,
But Neither my pulse vanishes nor I get choke,
What am I? Mere a fickle soul and surreal thought,
Without your blessings, zilch and aught,
You made me concrete yet fragile,
Oh my Lord your mercifulness heaps and pile,
Wish I die while reading holy book kalam,
And meanwhile praising salat-o-salam,
And occult angel may welcome to main,
-abode, But I wish to die once again,
You give us faith and the best,
You the lord of two east’s and two west’s,
Sanctify my soul, make me free from evil,
And demonic thoughts of devil,
And I supplicate that You,
Allah ho, Allah Ho,
Nothing is invisible to you,
Oh My Lord, All powers belong to you!
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
(Bwp_PK)
Who said, a soldier was born to die?
Hitherto dose’nt prove hence who said why?
Why do they yell and, do cry?
For a man who reached ample high!
Abode of eternity!
Heaven of infinity!
A soldier ,who live and die for the nation,
Is not a forgettable or midget creation,
He who died in this passionate passion,
Left a noted precedent of noble division,
Of his noble birth
For his nation worth,
In peace in war, who stand still,
In rain,rage,rill,tempest,tornado,typhoon and fill,
His soul with a righteous will,
To bring back peace in country till,
Comes serenity,
Comes tranquility,
I’m a soldier, born to live, for heavenly aim,
Born to serve,defend, and earn eternal fame,
My life is reserved hence not lame,
Man of concrete, Soldier is my name,
Don’t matter, If I’d die,
Tell my mom not to cry,
Born to live,
Not to Die.
Written By
Mohammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
1136 am 14 June, 2014
In extreme mob, with suspiration and tear,
I am here to wipe off, because I care,
For the pain andworries that may turn you sear,
Don’t worry, I am here to aplomb, because I care,
In trouble and indepressive delusion veer,
My smile, will vanish all, because I care,
You may unaware and in fear,
No matter, how it goes on, listen I care,
For ailment to sorrow and grief ere,
Spell the right,leave it to say I care,
In edgy situation,you won’t able to hear,
I whisper heart to heart, because I care,
Each remedy to final intervention till you wear,
I will not leave you alone, because I care,
And until you faith,contented and swear,
I keep on my efforts, becasue I care.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Let we rejoice the
creamy event
tomorrow,
And to say Eid
Mubrak with no
sorrow,
Remember to greet,
tweet and read,
Your inbox full of
bakra Eid,
To shake our hands
with benignity,
To quash the hatreds
of malignity,
This Eid brings the
message of
brotherhood and
humanity,
With divine
blessings and
bestowment of
sodality,
Wish you mirth, wish
you Joys,
Happy Bakra Eid with
highs.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
No mean for all,
even a single fear
How decent guy trap
silently in love,
O’er this anthology
might we be hear,
Might you with me
and I with you be in
love,
And end to begin,
and beginning to
initiation,
We are resurrected
again and start in
love,
Lo and beheld, if
you come
illuminatingly my
dear,
As autumn swerve to
spring in love,
Your tawny white
tint was transiting
fair,
As sprinkling,
happens silently
from clouds in love,
May our defamed love
recover without
smear,
Oh the world not
easy to apprehend
scorching in love,
O’er a love tale and
passion full of
tears,
In return I died and
die each span in
love,
And If I am
authoritative in a
decision of this
gear,
Make it grow towards
heaven dwelling, in
love,
Last but not least
this year,
A lanky man can rime
thousand poems in
love,
And Shahid is not a
replica of
Shakespeare Lear,
Won’t forget at all
if betrayed in love.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
The tormented cries of a heart confined
Barely ever met a gratifying end
The meager state is but a trick of your mind
For the course of destiny lies in your own hand
Forsaken love, a conceivable excuse
For a shattered being, to give up life
It is but a presumption, erroneously abstruse
For success greets those who dare to survive
No past, no fate, that He Cannot Mend
Or an ill-fated tale to have ever spawned
Never lose hope, however evident the end
For night is the darkest just before dawn
By M. Hussain Effendi
(In reply to the poem "Estranged Love" posted by M. Taha Effendi)
Days went off, moments gone, time to touch, feel and see,
Here in this misty fog meet me for a cup of tea,
Where would you mull? Your heart and soul are in possession of me,
You cannot recede, beat me for a cup of tea,
Oh, December you made me tired, sullen, and panicky,
But faded away in January as you met me for a cup of tea,
They said love is an illusion, blind and black sea,
You would know its worth, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who lives to wait and hate? who stays for the moment of glee?
I will for you, for a cup of tea,
Wounds and forlorn hopes made it grave yet we,
Can saturate these waves, meet me for a cup of tea,
You scowl at ebb and dusk, fainted love of me,
You would know the depth of love, meet me for a cup of tea,
Who knows freedom and what is to be free,
Who meets a dervish and me on a cup of tea,
You managed to escape and fled-where would you be?
I will trace your phantoms when I sip, a sip of tea,
I deserve your saccharin smile and the last talk so we,
Renounce thinking over goodbye, meet me for a cup of tea,
(Reply)
And Shahid where did you go? Where can you go?
O Yaar, I am here with you, for you, for a cup of tea...
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Choudhry
I endure the pang of solitude...the sigh of a forlorn love
Time is no healer, every sand of time brings in moments
I hasten to go- halves with none but You,
My confidant, my best soul mate
To lose the man I had relied on for so long
Is utterly devastating...
Never was life bed of roses,
But all that mattered when you were around
Only you can understand the depths of my pain
Only you can feel my deafening silent tears
People say you left in a hurry... so untrue...!
You're right here in full flesh and blood as me.
You made me strong and I will move on as you
See the care, courage and peace in my eyes
That bejewelled in you... oh yes,
You had all the time in the world to transform me into you
You did leave without a hint, but you were not in a hurry
The credence gets stronger in my heart,
As I gaze into the eyes of our progeny... yes,
They look at me the way I used to look at you
Eyes crammed with dream, faith and selfless love
My heart skips some beats that moment
To stand stronger than we had begun.
Ultimately, I discern that, it is not you who is lost!
You're right here in full flesh and blood as me.
It's me who is mislaid, lost in search of the refuge called you
When you've sapped all my tears and heart sunk in mourning
I realize... You're right here in full flesh and blood as me
I don't need me... I have your job to do
They're your legacy and I will bring them up as best I can
As a leopardess can't change her spots...
so as I remain who I am!
And you are the Apple of my eye forever!
Whatever I am today has come from you...
I am told, the pain will ease in time...
Time is no healer but I have learnt running along with time!
As of me, my lonely love shall find its way to you !!!
( In tribute to my beloved husband (late) Mr. Zakir Hussain)
No more disloyal and
unfaithful,
If call allegedly is
painful,
For what thee
supposed,
And finally, thee
opposed,
No more regretful
and remorseful,
If called rebel and
untruthful,
For what thee
blamed,
And finally, thee
lose famed,
No more curse and
deceitful,
If called liar and
unfaithful,
For what thee
craved,
And finally thee
paved,
No more betrayal and
guileful,
If called
untrustworthy and
slickful,
For what thee not
deserve,
And finally thee not
preserve,
No abuse, greater
than disloyalty,
If call allegedly is
criminality.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,
For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,
For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,
For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,
For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,
For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,
For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,
For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,
And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
One who has died for
his motherland,
Is suppose to live
zestly in Eden land,
For what he did and
finally got,
They are not dead,
alive at best a lot,
And to His
(Almighty) mercy and
beneficence,
Who has bestowed him
with this
magnificence,
And lo, at grave
what he still
yearns,
To go back and fight
again and again to
earn,
A splendid and
gorgeous wreath of
success,
For what he had done
and finally possess,
One who has died for
his country so,
It's become the
place of harmonious
grow,
Almighty endow this
particular status,
As Martyrdom is not
a wish of gratis,
Don’t call them gone
and dead,
They all are our
assets, who lead,
And defend this
country land to
best,
And face sprinkling
bullets at their
chest,
So shahid utter
utmost sighs and
suspiration,
For all martyrs, as
they are the source
of inspiration.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
With the advent of those with devious intent
To serve own greed, a heaven torn apart
A shift into darkness, perpetual, distend
A vendetta, to burn through generations, sparked
Once bound by the seal of love, of empathy
A Cultivation that boasted of intrinsic diversity
This brotherhood that cherished in peace and harmony
Now thirsts for blood, in the name of vanity
Induced upon us, an obstinate ferocity
A misbegotten hunger that fuels our rage
Bequeathed down ages, a curse upon humanity
Blinded of reason, unleashed carnage
We seek serenity in slaughter of our own
And devastate families to satiate our yearns
Our cause, to us, still remains unknown
Yet, the desire to kill, back home returns
Denial to this order is yet to be witnessed
Divided, we fall, do you not understand
The faith, the legacy, and the strength we harness
Whatever the odds, united, we stand
Shall I best through tides and deny the inclined
Or succumb to the norms of the wretched fraternity
To be a man of purpose, an enlightened mind
Or be a conscript of havoc, doomed for eternity
By Muhammad Hussain Effendi
I’m innocent, but they arrested me off the plane
They say my actions were utterly insane
Locked me up in Guantanamo Bay
For five year to this very today
For flying to Afghanistan to deliver a bomb to my brother Hussain
Is there a beginning
or end to rue on
past,
Since I did sins,
made fools and get
lost,
I go to the police
for ravel and
politeness,
Expel out bribe, or
you may get lost,
A poor naïve man to
aristocratic man,
Rights are not same,
where I get Lost,
Am I missing or
screwed up my
thoughts,
Forget the last
listening of boss
go, get lost,
For deeds thou done
in sake of wealth,
Real beggar, a mere
fakeer finally you
get lost,
No favor for
livelihood or right
to living fakeer,
He born angel, die
fakeer and get lost,
O’er the theme of
these odes and my
passion,
They twaddle no
allocation right
here, go get lost,
I am proud if collar
and called rebel,
And sent to jail and
gallows, rest lost,
For writing beyond
cruelness to trivial
events,
Thou ruins thyself
and get lost,
Exploitation and
victimization
everywhere,
Shahid no place for
justness so get
lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry