The moon stares over the cold mountains and the dying dusk in the background. The leafless skeletons of chinar trees haunt the grey sky like ghosts in search of lost souls, when the wind makes a moaning sound and sleepless dreams wander, looking for interpretations… There are no stars tonight, the clouds look like phantoms, amoebae shaped, much like these dreams of molten terracotta; fluidic. Far below on the earth, young children point their fingers at the moon, asking for it. The grownups fret and fume at these childish squabbles; the children fall asleep with smiles on their faces. They dream of a madman breaking the moon into a thousand quicksilver balls on the surface of water in his bowl. Mohammed Zahid’s first collection of poems is The Pheromone Trail, (Cyberwit, 2013). He has read his poems at Guntur International Poetry Festival 2012, and Hyderabad Literary Festivals (2010, 2013). He is featured in TIMESCAPES, a poetry collection of 22 Indian poets, by Unisun Publications and Reliance Timeout. His poetry has appeared in peer reviewed journals like The Four Quarters Magazine, Maulana Azad Journal of English Language & Literature of MANUU Hyderabad, Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts, and Spilling Cocoa Over Martin Amis. He won the Unisun Publications Reliance Timeout Poetry award in 2010 for his poem Amante Egare. His own poems in English language and poetry translations from Kashmiri and Urdu feature in Sheeraza, a journal from Academy of Art, Culture and Languages, Srinagar, Kashmir. A major translation work by him on the criticism of Kashmiri poetry is being published shortly by the academy. He is a Translation Editor of Lakeview International Journal of Literature and Arts.
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10/13/2016 09:45:42 am
If only moons could talk to us. He can say the things that we want to know that only he knows. He's way above there but he can be heard. And the stars will be his little commanders, telling him the secrets of all the people in the world. When I was young, I used to think that I could fly to the sky and live on the moon. Then I realized that I had to be an astronaut to do that. My dream shattered because of that.
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Mohammad Zahid
6/6/2019 08:48:29 am
I just happened to visit this page after a long gap. Your observation is quite interesting. Thank you :)
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7/23/2017 05:15:33 am
Oh! What a beautiful image this poem rolls toward and delivers. Magic. Those quicksilver balls! Lovely.
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Mohammad Zahid
6/6/2019 08:46:39 am
I just happened to visit this page after a long gap. Thank you so much for your comment.
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Sultana Raza
10/1/2017 06:53:25 am
Lovely poem. Very evocative. Haunting. One of the best in free verse.
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Mohammad Zahid
6/6/2019 08:47:42 am
I just happened to visit this page after a long gap. Thank you so much.
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