Muhammad Shanazar Ο ΠΟΙΗΤΗΣ Ο ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΣ Ο ΦΙΛΟΣ

Thanks MUHAMMAD

From CV distinguish two proposals with deep emotion

1.“A single drop of human blood possesses more worth than all treasures that the Earth contains”.

2.He wants to see the world in perfect concord, free of violence, wars and weapons

The presence of the poet 
Muhammad Shanazar my blog with honors 
notably

A few poems from his collection 
VOYAGES AND VISIONS

Η παρουσία  του ποιητη 

Muhammad Shanazar 

στο Ιστολόγιο μου με τιμά 

Ιδιαίτερα 

Απο το βιογραφικό ξεχωρίζω δυο προτάσεις που με συγκινησαν βαθια 

1. «Μία μόνο σταγόνα του ανθρώπινου αίματος 

αξίζει περισσότερο από 

όλους τους θησαυρούς που περιέχει  ολη  η Γη". 

2.θέλει να δει τον κόσμο σε τέλεια αρμονία, 

χωρίς βία,πολέμους και όπλα

Λίγα ποιήματα απο την συλλογή του 

VOYAGES AND VISIONS

Muhammad Shanazar, a famous contemporary poet from Pakistan, was born into a poverty stricken family in a village of Sub Division Gujarkhan District Rawalpindi, Pakistan, on 25th Nov., 1960. He got early education from the local school. He passed SSC Examination from Government High School Mandra, Intermediate from Government Hashmat Ali Islamia College, Rawalpindi, and Graduation from Gordon College, Rawalpindi, and M.A in English Literature, from University of the Punjab. After Post-graduation he served three years as a constable in Police Department. He found it uncongenial to his temperament and decided to leave it, meanwhile luckily he came upon an opportunity to join the Department of Education (Technical Wing) as a lecturer in English Language and Literature. At present he is Assistant Professor in Higher Education Department, and has been posted at Govt. Institute of Commerce Rawalpindi Canit.  He started seriously writing poetry with specific purpose behind it in 1998. He chose English to express the voice of his conscience. He is an author of three poetry books, The Cold Stars, Gems, and The Dance of Darkness. The prime objective he has been working for is to make humanity aware of the sanctity of human life i.e. “A single drop of human blood possesses more worth than all treasures that the Earth contains”. Voices Network from North Carolina U.S.A placed him among the prominent contemporary poets by awarding him the International Special Distinction “Poet in Residence” in 2004. Since then being one of the Poetry Judges of online international poetry contests hosted by Voices Network, he has been judging the poems. He also worked as an International Poetry Ambassador in Pakistan on the behalf of Voices Network, North Carolina and held several poetry reading sessions, to promote peace through poetry. Poemhunter of France and Bollywood of India chose him one of the ‘Top 500 Poets in the World’, World Society of Poets bestowed upon him honour by placing him among the prominent contemporary poets of the world. Govt. of Pakistan, Ministry of Education awarded him the award of “Promotion In Children Literature” with the cash prize RS 10000/= , 22nd World Congress of Poets included him in the list of United Poets Laureate International. International Poetry Translation and Research Centre China awarded him “The International Best translator Prize 2012”.  World Poetry Movement USA published him in the World Anthology “The Best Poets and Poems of 2012”; he also had been The President of the Jury constituted for Frang Bardhi Albanian Literary Prize 2013. His work has been published in several international anthologies; he got himself recognized as a poet against war. He received appreciation from all around the world for his highly intellectual work. Besides, creative work he has translated many poems and fictions of contemporary poets and writers. Through his poetry he preached universal peace, brotherhood and harmony, he wants to see the world in perfect concord, free of violence, wars and weapons.

A Desire I wish I were a seasonal bird, that travels flying around the world, with sweet companionship of a partner, whose heart knows nothing except, faithfulness, how to share the pangs. Then I fly with the delighted light heart, caring least the self-made boundaries, of the countries or continents, across the foaming wavy seas; to search, the land, plains or isolated valleys, where neither one makes victim the other, nor playfully breaks the brittle hearts, nor does cast fear holding the fatal guns. I would then chirp on the far off shores, and dance along the ballet of the waves, away from the polluted and violent world of man, of which each nook and corner, smokes, smoulders and smells with hateful, explosives amid the shattered cottages.

Μια επιθυμία

Θα ηθελα να ημουν ενα πουλί που μεταναστευει
που ταξιδεύει και πετα σε ολον τον κόσμο
με την γλυκιά συντροφιά ενός συντρόφου 
του οποίου η καρδιά δεν γνωρίζει τίποτα εκτός, 
απο την πίστη, πώς να μοιράζεται τους πόνους.

Τότε πετω με χαρουμενη ελαφριά καρδια
με ελάχιστη φροντιδα για τον εαυτο μου
πάνω απο τις χώρες η τις Ηπείρους 
καθώς περνώ την αφρισμενη κυματώδη θαλασσα και αναζητώ
την γή, τις πεδιαδες η τις απομονωμένες κοιλάδες
που δεν ακουμπω ουτε το ενα ουτε το αλλο
και δεν φοβάμαι μηπως με τα παιχνιδια η τα θανατηφόρα οπλα
σπασουν τις ευθραστες καρδιες μας

Στη συνέχεια θα ήθελα να κελαηδώ στις μακρινές ακτές 
και να χορεύω μαζί με το μπαλέτο των κυμάτων 
μακριά από το μολυσμένο και βίαιο κόσμο των ανθρώπων
των οποίων κάθε μέρος και γωνία, 
υπαρχει μίσος που υποβόσκει 
σαν τον καπνό απο την εκρηξη 
ανάμεσα στα γκρεμισμενα σπίτια.

VOYAGES AND VISIONS

By

Muhammad Shanazar

He Wasn’t A Stranger

I awoke rubbing my eyes, 
For someone disturbed my sleep; 
A figure I witnessed in the light, 
The intruder made me perplexed, 
Though the door and all windows were shut, 
Even a fly had no slit to prod her head, 
Yet he entered into my sleeping-room, 
And I was marvelled, baffled more and more; 
I stifled my shriek lest he should be an angel, 
Or an agent, ministering the hell.

He was roughly clad, his dress was ragged, 
No better than a scarecrow with torn sleeves and hems, 
He had long dishevelled hair

With entangled bits of straw, 
His mouth dribbled, his fleshy belly was round, 
Skin all black with many coats of filth, 
Hands with the fingers long, enormously nailed, 
The eyes were horrible,

Grey sightless, gave no impressions.

Overcoming morbid I questioned,

"O! Stranger who are you, 
How did you hop in, what mischief you intend to do?" 
He jerked his dribbling jaws and responded, 
"I am no stranger, I didn’t hop in,

I live with you since your birth,

for I am your inner-self."

Sarcastic Remarks

Poetic mind knows no bounds,
No confining walls of time and space,
Now plunges into the abyss of past,
Then climbs the stairs leading,
To heightening zones, zenith of future,
Wherefrom he sees, catches visions,
Of encroaching events, pleasant or painful,
Riding on the slimy, slippery back of time.

A winged dream wafted me and placed,
Softly thousands of years far behind,
Beside the circle of shrewd shepherds,
Where the joking folk gathered around
The reverend, esteemed, glorified figure.

Abased He in the middle of the ring,
Wrapping his head with a faded kerchief,
A woolen bag hung down his shoulder,
Amid the sarcastic smiles with patience,
Suppressing the wrinkles of his worry,
Delivered He to the deviated crowed,
The sermon, preached He the commands,
And recited He to them the verses of God.

One of the audience did me whisper,
Pointing to the figure, making a gesture,
“He is David (A.A), the prophet of God,
Teaches His nation the sacred commands,
And in return the majority pass,
Jokingly the sarcastic remarks.”

Three Suns

The sooty hands guide to the black lands,

Where eyed and uneyed do become equal,

And the victims swell priding upon blindness.

How should I praise the Laudable Lord,

Who made me explore the worlds distant,

Where wisdom willingly weeps but love leaps,

When finds opened amazing truths ahead.

Standing at the base of a mountain high,

Saw I the erect tops kissing the skies

That cast thick shade extending to the west;

Grey rocks were bare yet vegetated it was,

With the tall trees and grass green.

Neither hot nor cold was the climate,

As we feel in the month of March,

In the plain of Five Flowing Waters,

Freshening minds of the depressed souls,

After awakening from the trance of winter.

In front to the west scene enchanted me well,

The tops were clad with the forest dense,

As the northern peaks wear green covering,

The idle clouds floated with the slow move,

Some dark, some were like flakes of cotton,

Still un-ravished by the touch filthy hands,

As monsoon winds drift in the month of August;

Passed through being fondled with the gentle waft,

Some clang still against the rising tops,

Seemed whispering the secret brought from

The world above, high up, to impart.

Stunned was I to find the seasons four

Of Indian plains, blended into one great,

Behind the mountain then found uprising lights,

Glares reflected on the rim-like crest.

Curiosity made me run, and in haste I ran,

To see the brightening source of radiance,

Mounted I in front on the vantage top,

And saw the sight that suspended my wisdom frail.

Ah! Easy is it to speak but hard is to imagine,

Three suns were ascending with perceptible move,

In row, of equal size and brightening blaze,

Much bigger, brighter than the Sun of the Earth,

That shines in the Asian skies in June,

The outer rims were almost touching one another.

Below then I found a crowed of men,

Some sat on cots; some were entertaining the guests,

One escorted me to have my own share,

Then I return to the sweet-fake world of assumed reality,

The next morn ah! I learnt a thing woeful,

My Master, my Guide, the Source of sight,

Departed to the zone of eternity leaving behind,

Three sons to spread around the light of faith.