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Shah - Al - Mamun:
this poem is really interesting but may I know the significance behind the poem title "Telepathy" ?

Shah - Al - Mamun

Shamim Ansary:
As you know, Telepathy is defined as the ability to communicate without using the five senses that we normally use; such as hearing, touch, smell, taste and sight.

The sixth sense that is present in us is considered to be dormant in most of us. Even though is present but hidden in all, at some instance it works out to be of great use for us. As it is a streamline belief of subconscious pensiveness, and intuition....some idea/message might be conveyed through telepathic way.

Shah - Al - Mamun:
thanks that explained a lot about the poem

Shah - Al - Mamun

Shamim Ansary:
MONSOON

by Ahemed Shamim Ansary

Lurid summer flares and parches our crust and core
But torrent numbness and sigh for her transcend me more.
Can an introvert lover conquer love’s onerous ordeal?
Agony undermines his vitality like a delicious meal.

My tabula rasa, her fluorescent elixirs of déjà vu, install
How can I be evolved without my desirous élan vital?
I, a flagellant, flinch myself from worldly momentum
Only her amour can uplift to the zenith from substratum.

Now I am flabbergasted, assume it a mirage: telepathy
The wooer vainly gets into stride in quest of the Lethe.
Let’s welcome Monsoon. Urge Her to be incessant, relent:
Kadamba blooms, flamingo swims, river gains ornament,

For washing away our flaw, pang, aridity, trash & despair,
For engulfing all ill-wishers & doers of my impeccable fair.

*Monsoon was published in THE MUSE,
the little magazine of the Department of English in its Second issue (May-June 2008)

Shamim Ansary:
MOON

by Ahemed Shamim Ansary

In the vast sky, an exquisite Moon appears at night
She unleashes her beauty & splashes her moonlight
Around her, there are lots of stars: nimble & bright
Wish to possess the luminous Moon, at their sight.

There is a loamy Earth, in solitude, beneath the Moon:
Dwarf, temperate, introvert; likes to stride in the noon
Lots of weights & tasks on his shoulder from July to June
In bosom, plethoras of deep-rooted affliction defy his boon.
   
The Moon looms, but her precious fervour is rare to him
At night, if the mess of cloud agrees, he attains her beam
In the heap of stars, she harmonizes her with their vim
The Earth seems ineligible, rather their unity looks trim.

The Earth awaits her with a forlorn hope, like a Lodestar:
The Moon mingles with him, bestows her possession to stir.



*Moon was published in THE MUSE,
the little magazine of the Department of English, in its Third issue (July-August 2008)

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