In the ruins of my memory I search myself,
Mirroring the life with naked reality to compass,
The journey on the path of truth unveils eternity.
Sajid Hussain
Dr. Sajid Hussain, born on February 1, 1969, in Morgah, Rawalpindi, Pakistan, is a distinguished poet, educator, and advocate for literature. He holds memberships in global literary organizations and has received numerous accolades, including the Shahitya Pata Award and the Rabindranath Tagore Memorial Literary Honours. He has authored acclaimed works and contributed to international anthologies. A senior Chemistry teacher and Master Trainer in “Low Cost and No Cost Science Material,” Dr. Hussain is also a homeopathic doctor and former principal. His poetry, often focused on humanity and nature, is widely published and translated. Dr. Hussain is a committed advocate for global understanding, cultural exchange, and social justice, using his platform to inspire positive change and foster dialogue. His notable works include: 1. Acquits of Life, 2. Parlance, 3. Cloud Nine Fantasia, 4. Oceanic Upwelling, 5. Waves and Rays of the Life, 6. Insight Beyond the Mists, 7. Life’s Chaos on Edge, 8. Shades of pathos. He has also contributed to and co-authored various international anthologies, including: 1. Flowers of Love, 2. Arabian Nights, 3. Poets for Peace, 4. The Candles of Hope, 5. Poetry Collection, 6. Poetry for Ukraine, 7. The Silk Road Literature, 8. Ancient Egyptians Modern Poets, 9. Mediterranean Waves, 10. Peace and Love Make Society, 11. Rhapsodies, 12. Dandelions: Multiverse of Poets. Additionally, he compiled Pakistani English Poets Prodigy, which was published in the USA. His poetry has been featured in prominent international magazines and websites, and he has penned over 1400 poems, published in more than 300 world anthologies and magazines, translated into several major languages.
Contours of Inner Pilgrimage
Tilted vision throbs to lines to lift insight,
Darkness seeps through curtains of imagination,
Surrounded with the hegemony of fallen meditation,
All ways towards the blinks of curiosity dip deep,
Nothing binds me in the cave of measurement,
Aloofness in wonderland amazes with junction,
In the mid of journey new aspect neglects,
The torture of last longing across the eternal span,
The creeping of forever quest for to craze wandering,
Clothes the inspiration with touch of majesty,
Moments turn by turn by shades of decision,
Spray the novelty aroused by step of life,
Ringing tones of vacuum bestow the bundle of chaos,
Which splendor strikes the pathway of falling.
In the ruins of my memory I search myself,
Mirroring the life with naked reality to compass,
The journey on the path of truth unveils eternity.
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Silent Bench
On the deserted bench the weight of absence gathers,
The figure leans inward absorbed by his own silence.
The hood obscures the contours of a face,
Yet the posture discloses an entire history of weariness.
The trees skeletal in their vigil,
Stand as mute witnesses to this interior exile.
The pavement glistens with the residue of rain,
As if the earth itself participates in lament.
The emptiness surrounding him,
Is not merely spatial, but existential,
It presses forward a tangible density,
Demanding recognition of what remains unseen.
In this stillness sorrow becomes architecture,
A structure rises from shadows,
Forged through silence and endurance.
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Toward My Essence
A veil of smoke drifts across existence’s threshold,
Blurred boundaries bewilder the broken mirror,
Infinite shapes compete to become one image,
O reflection, reconcile my scattered being,
The forgotten self-knocks upon memory’s door,
Breaks the chains around my invisible wings,
A permanent shelter rests in passing dust,
No eternity can anchor itself here,
Countless footsteps vanish into distant horizons,
Distant dreams dwell beyond dim domains,
A restless stillness surrounds my being,
Also detachment extends its hand toward me,
Mystic movements mark the migration,
O, soothing of the soul, summon me,
And companion spirit, I remain beside you,
Old voices roam through inner paths,
Like faint traces leading toward my essence,
My wandering soul, remember your origin,
Invisible threads connect you to distant realms,
A lifetime of affection rests within them,
Lift me like a bird escaping its cage,
Until I become the light that once sought me.
***
In the Veins of Mist
Beyond the veil were dust and mist alone,
A traveller was I, yet journey there was none,
The tale once bound by threads was bore of grief,
Though paths bended beneath celestial turns.
I walked through clocks that melted into breath,
Where roads were stitched from shadows of desire,
Each turn revealed a mirror with no face,
Each milestone sang but vanished into fire.
Ideas rained like feathers made of glass,
Breaking soundlessly on the floor of thought,
I sought the ones who dwelled behind my eyes,
But found them drowning in a glass of haze.
No sorrow wept beneath the laughing moon,
I moved, yet floated in a static sea,
Time wore a cloak of whispering spectral wings,
And space knelt quiet at memory’s rusted gate.
The spring I chased turned into mirrored smoke,
And kissed the void with incandescent flames.
My river slept inside a cave of wind,
No wave disturbs the mirror of my stream.
No voice, no flame, no herald of the dream,
No beacon flares, no shore, no destiny,
No wave stirs forth within my silent sea,
In endless pursuit my compass turned to mist.
In the orbit of seeking lost my compass,
Diverts in the agony of smouldering path,
Each step dissolves into a vow forsaken,
And vanishes beneath eternity’s breathless veil.
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