The Dream Weaver
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Satyapal Anand
An octogenarian author, Satyapal Anand (born in 1931) is a well-known Urdu and English poet. He has published forty books in Urdu and no fewer than a dozen in English. Poetry, prose, literary criticism, history, cultural synthesis of the East and the West, and religion, with particular reference to Buddhism, are his chosen subjects. A retired university professor of English, with a distinctive record in the field of comparative literature, Satyapal Anand is an expert in curriculum planning and course designing in this field. As a poet in Urdu, a language spoken and written by more than a billion people of Indo-Pak subcontinent, he is known to have blazed a trail by introducing a modern (read: European) tinge to it. Born in the prepartition of India (an area now in Pakistan), Satyapal Anand has had half a century of teaching career at the university level in diverse universities of India, Saudi Arabia, England, and North America. Having retired from active classroom teaching, he now teaches a couple of online courses but largely keeps himself busy not only in creative writing but also in making trips to address literary seminars in Europe, India, and Pakistan. After the demise of his wife, Satyapal Anand lives all by himself in a quiet neighborhood in Herndon, Virginia, a suburb of Washington, DC.
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Contents
SNOW ANGEL
YOUR TRAIN HAS COME
A NEW-BORN POEM I WAS
DIOGENES FOR A DAY
A HOME OF HIS OWN
SPLINTER
MIDNIGHT—23-24 APRIL 1564
THE YEARLY VISITOR
THE DEEP DOME
THE EIGHTH SELF
THE SELF—SAME BORN
THE FINAL CONSUMMATI0N
THE NEW MORN IS A WINDOW SHUT
A FUNERAL PROCESSION
THE SELF SAME BORN—TWICE
STIGMATA
A WITHERED LEAF—MY HAND
THE OLD AND THE YOUNG
LIZARD OF SERIOUSNESS
WHAT WAS I DOING INSIDE A SEED?
LUST
OH, MY LOVE, SAY ADIEU
ALL BY HIMSELF, ALONE
ISLAND
MY WINDOW
HOW MANY SIBLINGS WERE WE?
KAAL CHAKRA
A POEM’S SUICIDE
BLACK MAGIC
WHERE’S HIS HOME?
CYCOLOPES
SHE WAS THE FIRST
TWO PLUS TWO
THE ARTIST
THE SIXTH FINGER
LET THE PAST BURY ITSELF
FEMME DE RENOIR
A LAKE I SEE
A BUNDLE OF SILK
A PAINTING
FRONT AND BACK
THE NAKED TRUTH
THE CO-TRAVELER
SHE DIDN’T KNOW
QUESTION BIRDS
DUMB RELATIONS
LISPING WORDS
COIN
RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL
APOPLEXY
LET US BE MUMMIFIED!
SPENDTHRIFT
THE CLIMBING VINE
THE DIVIDED SELF
TSUNAMI
‘MITHUN’ AND ‘YANG-YEN’
ESCAPE FROM SHANGRI-LA
FIFTY, TWENTY, TWELVE, ELEVEN, THIRTEEN
WHO WAS ROBIN HOOD?
DO I DARE KEEP MY EYES OPEN?
RAPE
MONA LISA OF THE METRO STATION
THE THIRD CHOICE
POETRY—YOUTHFUL FOREVER
THE POET OF STONE, STEEL AND GLAS
KOT SARANG
BY THE SEA OF MY SIN
AFTER THE TERRORISTS STRUCK
DREAMS OF EIGHT O’ CLOCK
‘YU’ SHALL BE BORN IN AMERICA
SAND ON THE LOOSE MATTRESS
THE DREAM WEAVER
A present For
Asher
And
Aryan
A poet dares to be just so clear and no clearer; he approaches lucid ground
warily, like a mariner who is determined not to scrape his bottom on
anything solid. A poet’s pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
E. B .White
No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.
T. S. Eliot
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment
Carl Sandburg
SNOW ANGEL
When the night has deepened
A blanket of silence
Holds me in its tight vice grip
Bundles me up in the bed like an embryo.
Folds and creases
Of the snow-white sheet
Grasp me firmly in their iron grip
Bound I am to the bed
At least for the night.
A light imprint on my right
A slight indentation is all I have of you
A snow angel’s imprint
Of the body you’ve taken with you.
Scared I am of losing it
I lie on the left side
Lest the mark of your body
The snow angel’s dimpled imprint is erased
And I am left alone.
If that happens
With whom shall I talk in the dead of the night?
black.jpgYOUR TRAIN HAS COME
Your train’s on its way,
Says the icy-airy silhouette in the falling snow.
I just don’t look up, indeed, I can’t.
Frozen stiff are my eyelids. My beard has hanging icicles
So have my mouth and the right nostril.
The railway platform, a scene of the icy waste, has benches
One I occupy: the others by icy silhouettes of the falling snow.
Gelid and arctic is the morn
Perhaps I sat on the bench the whole night
Breath, my vaporous breath, easies itself out, solidifies
Tries to get back in, and with some success it does.
Hard it is, indeed very hard
The task of opening my eyes.
I try, try again—and then my right eyelid opens a bit.
Mounds of snow cover the railway track.
Where’s this rail station? I ask nobody in particular.
Maybe, a nondescript branch station
Or a docking yard where only stray trains come.
The world is asleep, half asleep, but half awake also
The icy