Genre: Poetry
Language: English
Author: Adnan Shafi
Price:240
ISBN:978-9383755721
Roit Bhattarai
The debut collection of 105 – fascinating and agonizing poems by Adnan Shafi “Tears fall in my heart “related to the birthplace of an author “Kashmir” is absolutely a recent and elegant expansion to the world of English poetry. In the book, his voices substantiate everything around Kashmir, and the people residing in his unfortunate tone and all then is mitigated with the blessing of essence. Believe in Poetry, it will blow your heart and make you the pilgrimage of the Universe. ThepoetAdnan shafi will make you a lover of poem in his book Tears Fall in My Heart. It’s the Ocean of amour, lovely weather of the Ducks, in a Zone and the voyage of come on age. Every flip of pages will knock your heart, feeling of someone who used to ring the bell of your eye at anytime.Some verses from his poem ‘Winter’
Over the past weeks
a mild storm stormed the painted
coloured leaves upon the ground,
squished and squelched
to leave them undyed.
Boughs widening and
waving in the storm
It was unusual beauty and
the way they flexed seemed to be running
All the grunge of the day washed away
by the gentle rain.
These poemsgive you thefeeling of season, snow fall on the nook of the pavement, peeping through the window and trees opening theirparts to get the ray from the Sun and all the greenery resting on the wide ground, the blessed of snow blessing on your room
Don’t cry for me
Don’t you shed tears
I’m finally at peace
It is beautiful here
Don’t cry for me
I’m in a better place
God has taken me in
And rewarded my faith
Above verses are taken from the poem ‘Dont cry for me’.Though ,the poet has used easy diction in the poem ,but the feeling is hard torealize,While reading tears fell down my cheeks.In these ,the poet is in the ninth hills far somewhere in Nirvana and giving a signal to someone he amours not to cry for him, I’m here with god in a peace and you have to sweat blood. She is everything for him.
I saw her from a distance.
Her smirk close to my soul,
Knowing It was like a smug.
Her hands so soft;
and no scar.
Her hair; black as soot,
Her voice so sweet
and euphonic,
Her melodious voice
like a songbird,
touches the strings of heart.
Verses taken from the poem “Gorgeous”.In these lines,the poet describe the someone whom he used to love She is the soul of the party and a divine poem, an adorable grace and modesty is immense, soft as a flower and her eyes glitter like lighting. Her deadly looks can cut across all boarders and break open all restrictions. She has such fearlessness and such daring. Her hair is like the clouds that precipitate, while her eyebrows are bent, her eyes are full of joy and life. When her messy hair touches her cheeks, all the mirror in the world are left startled. The nervous strands of hair stuck in her garland take rest behind her ears. The boarders of her eyes are full of dark kohl.
It was while walking
along the stream bank.
I first felt the first kisses
of the breeze; blowing from west side.
“Kashmir” The place,
where I was born
I closed my mouth and
Expressed myself to you
In the language of smiles and Whispered to you
In the language of eye contact.
The poet was walking through the lane along the streamand found an aroma of air from his birthplace kashmir kissing him. He closes his eyes and expresses back with a sweet language of smile. He felt chilly and follow the drops of rain with a hueful dream.
I am still,
The same me,
My hair and eye brows all gone,
I may look different Yet,
you still recognize,
I am still,
The same me
My family surround me………
He turns to old age, turns his beard into white so does his hair and eye brows. Everything changes as the time did, he may be look different but anyone can recognize him. His family surrounds him as the ocean and sea do to protect him from sorrows and bad journey but he is still the same,the same the poet is mentioning around.
Gone are the childhood days
when I was prayer
less and innocent.
I spoke nothing but truth.
Knew not good or evil.
Knew not how to lie.
No meanness, No hatred
The poet went to his room and sees the mirror, saw himself as a child and started thinking of his childhood when he didn’t pray that time he was innocent and love to play anything, he used to speak with babble sound less but always truth. He was pure, down to earth. He doesn’t know about enemy and good, doesn’t know how to lie. He was a seed of pure-hearted just love to spend his whole time in sun with toys and nature. Finally, his mother’s anger, teachers and life made him an author.
The wild gusty breezes,
The sure signs of spring time
When walking in a spring wonderland
Buzzing of bees,
Sounds of water splash,
Beautiful nights, Star gazing,
The sure signs of spring
Cold rain dancing around,
Kisses the blossoms of trees. I
guessSpring has finally arrived.
Some lines from the poem’Spring’gives a stimulation how beautiful Kashmir valley is.
Every season comes and reflexes back but the poet has fallen love with spring. Buds on the walnuts whistle with a babbling sound, wind and birds start taking a race of singing; bees start buzzing and sound of the water splash. Beautiful nights with blinking eye of starts, cold rain dancing, kissing the leaves of trees, welcomes the nature a beginning. This book can be your key of the life voyage, every flip of pages make you tear, make you brain Surgeon, makes you heartfelt of love, change your hue of life and pull you into the cohort of writer. Most importantly, the plight of Kashmir and people surely narrated by the book to its best. I urge every reader to have once a glance on the book, it will surely give you the meditation of discovering the book certainly treasure. I’m pretty sure that you will spread the aroma of poetry to the planet after reading this sublime tome
(The reviewer of the book is Writer and a freelancer from Kathmandu, Nepal)
