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Mohammad Hafiz Ganie
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Born
in The United States
October 30, 2000
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Influences
I. Albert Camus (The Stranger)
II. Al-Ghazali (The Revival of the Relig ...more
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July 2020
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The Journey of Writing Carvaan: The Story Of Time
Hello everyone!
I’m thrilled to finally share with you all a little about my book CARVAAN THE STORY OF TIME and what it means to me. Writing this autobiography has been a journey in itself one that has not only allowed me to reflect on my past but also helped me understand the complex nature of time and how it shapes our lives.
Many people have asked me why I chose to write an autobiography, and I a Read more of this blog post »
I’m thrilled to finally share with you all a little about my book CARVAAN THE STORY OF TIME and what it means to me. Writing this autobiography has been a journey in itself one that has not only allowed me to reflect on my past but also helped me understand the complex nature of time and how it shapes our lives.
Many people have asked me why I chose to write an autobiography, and I a Read more of this blog post »
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“All things brown are steeped in soul,
as though echoing the depths of your stare chocolate dissolving in wistful warmth, coffee swirling in the hush of dawn, or the antique table, scarred with ink, where your name lingers in silent requiem. Like the archaic soil of Jupiter, obscure yet eerily familiar, your gaze is an abyss of unspoken lore, somber as shadows enwreathed in autumn’s last light, where the sun, in solemn retreat, bequeaths its gold to the encroaching dusk. Oh, the tyranny of such beaut your sepia eyes, vast and immutable, a twilight whisper before the night descends, drowning the world in hush and longing.” Mohammad Hafiz Ganie |
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“His eyes hold a quiet smile,
His face, a paper soaked red With unspoken emotions. He might have cried with silence, But they never knew. The longest of nights Had dried the wetness On his face to dust. Before the dawn, and the rebirth Let’s wait, conspiracies of dusk His eyes hold a quiet smile, His face, a paper soaked red.” Mohammad Hafiz Ganie |
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“Nikal jata hu har waqt ghar se kahi door jane ki firaak mai, jo dhal jati hai shaam, jis taraf bhi nikal jata hu, hamesha ghar hi pohanch jata hu mai”
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“Blinking and it's dripping, the wet eyes
The cold tears or foggy breath
Pitter patter, but the melting one
The deafening silence, shining
My amusement, my curtains
The cold, behind the landscape
The conscious of aftermath
Missing, night lamp lighting
A symbolic gesture, raising my arm
My bewilderment, this work done
The cost of life, my uneven quilts
These slurks of cold air, slowly entering
By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain
Failed to judge, the end of same
Eventually, discovered the light
Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil
The pane partiality covered, but visible
The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride
It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere
It's been snowing throughout the dark”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
The cold tears or foggy breath
Pitter patter, but the melting one
The deafening silence, shining
My amusement, my curtains
The cold, behind the landscape
The conscious of aftermath
Missing, night lamp lighting
A symbolic gesture, raising my arm
My bewilderment, this work done
The cost of life, my uneven quilts
These slurks of cold air, slowly entering
By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain
Failed to judge, the end of same
Eventually, discovered the light
Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil
The pane partiality covered, but visible
The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride
It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere
It's been snowing throughout the dark”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
“A note to Pahelgam
My visions are getting blurred, i can't see myself
In a meadow, the one behind Aru
Blue sapphire, my days and nights
The holy water of Lidder
I can't breathe, but your breeze
Oh Kolhai! embrace my existence
And to my eyes, Qurrata Ayun
Your visions, wherever i see
Across the country, but steadfast is my heart
Under the bonfire of liddervat, a prolonged night
May the creator, forgive my ignorance
A tear about to vanish, but Alhamdulillah”
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My visions are getting blurred, i can't see myself
In a meadow, the one behind Aru
Blue sapphire, my days and nights
The holy water of Lidder
I can't breathe, but your breeze
Oh Kolhai! embrace my existence
And to my eyes, Qurrata Ayun
Your visions, wherever i see
Across the country, but steadfast is my heart
Under the bonfire of liddervat, a prolonged night
May the creator, forgive my ignorance
A tear about to vanish, but Alhamdulillah”
―
“Blinking and it's dripping, the wet eyes
The cold tears or foggy breath
Pitter patter, but the melting one
The deafening silence, shining
My amusement, my curtains
The cold, behind the landscape
The conscious of aftermath
Missing, night lamp lighting
A symbolic gesture, raising my arm
My bewilderment, this work done
The cost of life, my uneven quilts
These slurks of cold air, slowly entering
By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain
Failed to judge, the end of same
Eventually, discovered the light
Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil
The pane partiality covered, but visible
The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride
It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere
It's been snowing throughout the dark”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
The cold tears or foggy breath
Pitter patter, but the melting one
The deafening silence, shining
My amusement, my curtains
The cold, behind the landscape
The conscious of aftermath
Missing, night lamp lighting
A symbolic gesture, raising my arm
My bewilderment, this work done
The cost of life, my uneven quilts
These slurks of cold air, slowly entering
By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain
Failed to judge, the end of same
Eventually, discovered the light
Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil
The pane partiality covered, but visible
The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride
It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere
It's been snowing throughout the dark”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
“What is fear, when you are no one
Who killed nothingness , with a dagger of emptiness
Traversed the agony, for being alive
One who crossed the country, is a no man
Death is a reward, for a renegade
The separation, the life, other syndromes
The unification is a dream, unachievable
The eyes saw them in distant, untouchable
What can't be achieved, will be asked
The "ask" for a longing in the life
How to spread the life, to walk over
For the life, i can't ask, to the death for a dream
-Mohammad Hafiz Ganie”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
Who killed nothingness , with a dagger of emptiness
Traversed the agony, for being alive
One who crossed the country, is a no man
Death is a reward, for a renegade
The separation, the life, other syndromes
The unification is a dream, unachievable
The eyes saw them in distant, untouchable
What can't be achieved, will be asked
The "ask" for a longing in the life
How to spread the life, to walk over
For the life, i can't ask, to the death for a dream
-Mohammad Hafiz Ganie”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
“Crispy leaves, sufferings, but senescence
It maybe fall, but it's more than just a fall
Not snowing outside, but the cold dry wails
The spilled maple syrup, slowly adsorbing in soil
I've problems and circumstances, with the winds of west
The blood, i can't resist it's flow
The thoughts, i can't see without
The ambition, I'm breathing
I'd lift my eyes, but the sky won't forgive me
Earth, mortal things don't own such pride
Eyes carry a million thousand answers
Music is a lie, listen to the silence
This prolonged Saturday war, how would i bear my ink
November, why would you leave me this Tuesday?
Muscles carry nerves, there's such poetry within
And here's a panalty, to live until next November”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
It maybe fall, but it's more than just a fall
Not snowing outside, but the cold dry wails
The spilled maple syrup, slowly adsorbing in soil
I've problems and circumstances, with the winds of west
The blood, i can't resist it's flow
The thoughts, i can't see without
The ambition, I'm breathing
I'd lift my eyes, but the sky won't forgive me
Earth, mortal things don't own such pride
Eyes carry a million thousand answers
Music is a lie, listen to the silence
This prolonged Saturday war, how would i bear my ink
November, why would you leave me this Tuesday?
Muscles carry nerves, there's such poetry within
And here's a panalty, to live until next November”
― No Book: Some Forsaken Words
“A note to Pahelgam
My visions are getting blurred, i can't see myself
In a meadow, the one behind Aru
Blue sapphire, my days and nights
The holy water of Lidder
I can't breathe, but your breeze
Oh Kolhai! embrace my existence
And to my eyes, Qurrata Ayun
Your visions, wherever i see
Across the country, but steadfast is my heart
Under the bonfire of liddervat, a prolonged night
May the creator, forgive my ignorance
A tear about to vanish, but Alhamdulillah”
―
My visions are getting blurred, i can't see myself
In a meadow, the one behind Aru
Blue sapphire, my days and nights
The holy water of Lidder
I can't breathe, but your breeze
Oh Kolhai! embrace my existence
And to my eyes, Qurrata Ayun
Your visions, wherever i see
Across the country, but steadfast is my heart
Under the bonfire of liddervat, a prolonged night
May the creator, forgive my ignorance
A tear about to vanish, but Alhamdulillah”
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“Nikal jata hu har waqt ghar se kahi door jane ki firaak mai, jo dhal jati hai shaam, jis taraf bhi nikal jata hu, hamesha ghar hi pohanch jata hu mai”
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